I gave a penny to one of them
Who sat at the end of the row,
Hoping that the alms would bring me good time
And I would make my day
I got and I made
In retaliation of my inability
To provide all of them the same
Together they shouted and called my name
Charging me of being criminally divisive and warn
I am the fit case to be framed under the laws of the land.
I came back and bitterly wept saying
The day would have been better,
Had I not open my hand.
As a mono coloured hanging bridgeTo cross over to a wonder landBut let me tell you I was a gardener whoUsed to grow different types of colourful flowers whereI once met with a caterpillar with whom I got deep intimacy whoseBlue eyes, white checks and red lips I liked the mostThan the evening star and…
Legs are readyAnd tight is my body and mindBut I am not alone here, there are manyTaller is the left guy, weightier is rightStill idiots shout and I am toldThis is the field of freedom and equalityAnd I am here given equity so I have a great chanceTo reach my goal or touch my finishing…
I have seen truth to dieMay be life is true to youBut there is no truth in my lifeSince the time my birth becomes a lieMay be the time was wrong when I was bornOr the errors I have seen in my lifeTook birth in a wrong timeWhatever may beBut the truth in my life…
Recently bought and colored deep greenThe road in front was laid smooth and wideAnd the car was moving with break neck speedWhile the mild breeze was kissing my sleepy faceFor the first time I felt our lovely mother landSo sweet and delicate so beautiful and freshOn the road men and women were very fewAnd the…
trees it is you for your ‘will ‘you take the responsibilityof my poetry to carry from thetop to the bottom of abyss tothe heart of stones and promiseto preserve it pure till the sun diesyet when the wind of your whimsblows out, you wanted me to edit, pardon me,please, I did drop the pen in…
So many sound wordsAs there was a poetNon -seriousUsing only themWithout any senseA complete nonsenseBut have you ever heardThe sound of a breaking heartIt breaks like a mirrorAnd the images of memoriesAre sent to the cosmosHave you ever heard the sound of Recycle BinNo reconciliation is possibleAs it produces the sound of breaking friendshipHave you…
