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.

Grace in Scare

Withdrawn by fear, fail not to witness 
The beauty baffling before thy eye
For then that's alike a treasure beneath thy
Feet that thou never did even guess.

Someone trembles- the heartbeat fastens

On the very sight of the lightning.
Do those silver sparks seem so frightening?
Sharpens the clouds' whisper or hardens?

Yonder someone shuts the eyes in fear,
Upon a height some call scary.
When all that climb has made him weary,
Isn't it a beautiful sight, far but near?

It's funny when someone fears; even 
Amidst of a crowd, or when she
Spots a spider or snake and the most funny
Fear of all to fly in an aeroplane.

Call it a joke or not. It isn't.
For all fears open a way to death.
But why fear to welcome the last breath?
For it may enter with or with no hint.

Life is alive when you do fight
And fail not enjoy by fear withdrawn.
All I fear is the darkness alone
And the One who owns all the light.

When Dove Flies Above Eagle

When the bloody war is all set to fire,

From the ashes reborn a new phoenix.

When the land and air did verily tire,

The heart summon peace; the sleep to fix.

When men had learnt to befriend the pain,

When life was dark in the shadow of death,

The tears for the lost are shed in vain;

A hope for peace still enters every breath.

Men are born and men are died

Who do not wish to live in peace?

No hearts have ever for the love dried.

No minds are ready to quit the ease.

Truly, in the depth of every heart lies

A wish; when above eagle, the dove flies.

Taming the Time

Taming the time is an art
Unknown to all ever born
But he who has the cart
And learnt what he had owned.
His heart beats with the rhythm of
The feet that carry him off.
He knows Time trots, caters and gallops.
Yet he carries the bundle of hopes.
He has known the art of balancing
And rides evenly days and nights.
Behold him and the Time is dancing
To his desires and his rights.
When Time reaches the stable of death,
You would know he has lived all his breath.

Nature's Prisoner

Yonder the flowers fell in silence. 
Gone are their gifted fragrance. 
Sorrow shall not bring thy tears 
For truly they were never yours. 
Though thou did behold their charm, 
At distance they did no good no harm; 
Unknown of this silent admirer 
They pretended nothing but what they were.
And here's the wind hold dead leaves
So lightly with no sighs no heaves; 
Singing in ears undecipherable melody.
Take me too in your journey.
And the sky is prettier at the night
With the lovely moon smiling bright.
When all asleep in this silence,
Oh Night! Why your beauty is so intense?
Truly, my heart you did conquer
And my eyes you did capture
And left me stand as an admirer.
Oh nature! I am your prisoner.
But I love these chains and this trap
For I have fallen on your lap.
I would have written even more 
If I were born even before.
Helpless to know what years would leave,
Let me write when you are still alive.