The Lamenting Lady

“Oh my son, lend me a moment.

You value not my words I know.

But I ought to make this comment

Into limitless cruelty, you now go.

 

He is your brother, yet you

Kill him like no other beast.

You squeeze his blood out to

Only quench your greed and feast.

 

I would die rather witness this.

Know he’s too born to me.

I can’t withstand the cry of his

That you can ignore with no mercy.

 

Hear me, leave him, and let him too live.”

Don’t you know the mother earth grieve?

" Yet that's me! "

At times, I hear, "you're not worth."

Then a coward rises and says, “I’m inferior

I achieved nothing since my birth.”

There my heart says, “It’s time to shut your fear.

Trust me because I beat just for you.

If only you could count the tears, if I stop beat,

You would badly realize how worth is you!

But delay not, conquer your fear and defeat.

They may say that you aren't beautiful

For you know beauty lies in the eyes.

Be just aware to keep me beautiful

and the eternal beauty all would once realize.

You may have forgotten to respect or ignored,

but I know you can’t behold them weep.

Sometimes you find yourself alone and bored

but always you have relationships to keep.

You may notice sometimes only I know what you mean.

You may explain in vain in all means and ways.

Yet all you could hear is “why are you so mean?”

At least you know those are sometimes ne'er always.

They may call you silly, useless, foolish or stupid,

But you’re different, so you don’t call them back.

You may not be atop to select but ne'er too low to forbid.

What matters is what you've, ne'er what you lack.

Mistakes are human but not for the God.

He made the creatures all worthy enough.

Blame yourself if you lost the trust in your Lord.

Now you may choose to cry or laugh.”

I chose to laugh and live with gratitude.

“Yes I’m worth”, now that’s my attitude.

I may be perfect or may not be.

Like me or like me not, yet that's me!

A crazy classroom!

Once in a class studied Chemistry, Physics and Biology

But trust me this is not their boring study.

It was a day so quiet, calm and cool.

But Physics was late to school.

The reason was inquired by the class teacher.

“Sorry ma’am, but at such a low temperature

The force of gravity was high by my bed

And I had to exert a greater force to get rid.”

The teacher smiled with a satisfaction not so real

And said that she wants all to be ideal.

Then Chemistry stood up and spoke the fact,

“An ideal student doesn't exist in fact

Just like ideal gases and solutions

But some behave so at certain conditions.”

The patient teacher said nothing but to clean the blackboard.

The obedient Physics did come forward.

“It’s not yet clean”, gave Biology a cry.

“Take off that microscope from your eye.”

All laughed at Physics’ comment.

This is not their story’s end.

There came many more crazy scenes.

Anyway thanks for your patience.

Time says...

" I in you makes your life alive.
Value me, value me not, it's all you who decide.
You postpone and wait for right time to arrive.
I never made myself wrong for you to move from beside.

Yet, you call me villain, for why I know not.
Perhaps, you know it's all your reward.
Time can't help you and it do not
trouble you or make it hard.

My duty is to move on and I do so.
I never drag nor do I run.
But move on punctually and go
through events, histories and even fun.

In me, you made your memories and hopes.
Count me or ignore till you are a corpse."

One more chance!

I know I have done the mistake

and I admit it’s a fault on my part.

Now I want not an excuse to make.

But I’m sorry from the depth of my heart.

Yet, you call me accused.

Know it’s a mistake not a crime.

Then why so?  I’m confused.

What I caused may heal by time.

But you’ll never realize nor forgive

For you’ve ne’er seen through my eyes.

Once you pardon, I must leave

you in peace and ne’er again before your eyes.

If not, forget it at this glance

and give me one more chance.

Can you hear me?

I’m a girl and I deserve to live

not at your feet, oh the world!

Nor I’m born for you to cleave.

Why you made my way so curled?

I’m a girl and I deserve to live

among you, like you, oh powerful men!

Don’t promise that. You may deceive.

I dare to fight at least by pen.

I’m a girl and I deserve to live

till the end of my life’s length.

That’s my right, all must believe.

Yes, patience is my strength.

I’m a girl and I deserve to live.

Let me! I too want to live.

The Sorrow of the Sun

Oh I wish if I were not alone  

in this vast blue high sky

where I’m the ruler without crown

and warm all with the heat of my.

I envy the moon in the midst of the stars,

though it shines with my light.

I know I’m one of the stars

and with me, none dares to fight.

My heat keeps me alone and all away.

You surround me but far away.

Around me, you make your night and day

but I alone shine all the day.

For you, I’m the power, the source, the Sun

but to me, I’m alone with less fun.