Alice is on the Deck

Alice is on the deck,
None on either side to beck.
The sea rages as wild as when
Eloped the daughter of Lord Ullin.
She lost her love to this rage
Who loved her deep at the stage,
Who with love, kissed her tears
And held her hand 'gainst all fears.
She now stands sunk in sorrow,
Lost her hopes for the morrow.
The dear departed lies here,
Fallen cold and dead so near.
"Let you rage upon me too.
Spare me not. You may do."
Shouted she at the tides
Or the spirits at heaven hides.
The ship went still all at once.
The waves got calm with no bounce.
"Hey! You can't win me O' waves,
I must jump into your caves.
My love's gone, my life's gone.
All lost, I stand here alone."
To give her thoughts a great pause,
From the clouds came an albatross.
"Alice, think again and jump not.
All they needed waves have got."
"O big bird! Who are you?"
Why warn me not to do?"
"From the heavens I come, an albatross"
"Sent by my love I do guess"
"No, but by the ancient mariner,
My ever regretting betrayed killer
To warn you not to slain
An innocent life in vain,
To let you know your whole
Life you regret killing a pure soul."
"I kill myself for I am alone
I live no more to regret upon"
"Soul never reaches heaven
Until called upon by fate.
Love's life but life isn't all in
Love; stay back it's better late."
Said so flew the albatross.
Stepped back to life Alice.

Ode to a Dragon fly

Who named thou the dragon fly

Unseen have they thy colourless wings?

Thy swift moves in the nearer sky,

Rain or summer, thou here brings?

Some foolish folk called thee thy name.

Who else should a poor creature

Name a name that spits flame?

Thou ar' a tiny beauty of a big nature.

Alas! In a world so wild  and crazy

Where men kill men for non sense,

Who seeks a fair justice for thee?

Here thou have no foes and friends.

Seek thy justice in the hereafter

For here thy pain causes mere laughter.

My Country

Plates, Pots and Robots
And there is this nation where
Some women write autobiographies
Of disposable plates;
Used and thrown by manless men.
And another few write that of
Naked golden pots;
Unknown of the value possessed.
And the last set of this gender
Lead a calm and quiet life
At the beck and call of their men;
Like a typical robot.
None to blame,
Not even the 'honourable' government
For they have indeed Lady legends
To name and prove
The nation isn't genetically 'weak'.
(The men with good hearts forgive me
For you aren't referred in here.)
God speed the nation!

The Disguised Fox
And then there is this nation where
Politics is a profession,
More like a business for some.
Wonder if they have golden graves!
Corruptions, scandals and scams;
"Oh no! Cooked up stories by opposition"
Today they rule, tomorrow they oppose
And the rich are richer,
The poor are poorer.
Had they called it a service,
Things wouldn't have been this worse.
God speed the nation!

Everything is business

And then there is this nation where
Politics is centre-theme for media.
Like silly infatuations of a teenager,
They run behind some issues
And leave it at the sight
Of a charmer one.

After all, in a world ruled by money,
Everything is a business;
Whether it be to feed someone,
To educate, to health care
Or even to serve one's parents.
God speed the nation!

The Death of a Foster Child

I bid thee farewell my child.
Let's depart in tear
Than be together in fear.
Thou lost thy life alive.
Now no apologies, no hopes.

I kept you long
And you made me strong.
Now leave these weak arms
And seek thy fortune.
I bury thee with pain
Than hug you in vain,
Though I know
In the dark deep Talent grows not.
This is no death to you
But a way to rebirth.
May you be born again
In a safe and bold hand
That fears not the loss
And submits not to fate.
May you never hate
Me nor may God curse me.
I bid thee farewell
Good bye. Good bye. Good bye.