I am a mother of four children

None was thereExcept some birds and insectsOver my headFloating freely on the lapOf the wide and highAnd kissing the windsThe cloud letsSoft and passionate,Below standingMe the tragic heroWith stern faceAnd red eyesReady to do the actionTo punch to kickTo whip and beat black and blueFor the every vices and evilsHe had been or used to…

Surely I know, I am more thanThe idea of me you conceivedIn your head, may be you areA sycophant or hypocrite thatDoes not, at all, bother meI concern not what I am reallyBut it is definitely a cause of worryIf I pose for what I am not.To tell lies to this world is nothing newGreat…

Yet i kindled a fire to be a famous, renowned poetSo, I kept posting and did not know those pieces were nonsenseI was a new comer and that was my trying periodI understood that but the so called intellectuals did notThey made fun of me and termed my writings gibberishHad they not forgot that one…

Hurriedly I went to a room owned by a makerThere I found but agendas hidden under coverHeartbroken I was and on the way of my houseThinking on ways of countering terrorism and warsSuddenly there I found nothing but much wanted peaceHidden in between balance of power and good deterrence.

Written with sweat and blood, contained with wishes and loveBut you did not write as writing letters for you is very hardSo I called you through mobile as I wanted too to listen your voiceFresh, Full of warmth and full of music, sweetbut I found it most of the time busy or switched off.So I…

Should I keep it as a secret?Or Should I bring it into light?On me the effect of it is no moreAs it was done long beforeBut the dilemma to reveal it or notStill persists and pricks me like a piece of thornAnd I bleed as if I am put in between two horns.If I decide…