Beauty

Being as an oil  lamp, it

enlighten, the dark fort of envy .

being as a pure drizzle, it

extinguish slowly the fire of agony.

being as a strong wave ,it

keep always the sail of life

flowing and flowing to the shore   

My Honey

She always calls me as ‘’MY HONEY’’ 

And demands always money 

But I have no money 

Now where is MY HONEY . 

LAST NIGHT

The last night

Broken sleep

Mixed with

Dreams and nightmare

A journey

With a beautiful angel,

Holding her hand,

Along the milky cloud

Was amazing and thrilling

But Soon she dropped me

And I fell onto an ocean

That was a horrible

Nightmare

But again an angel

Appeared and

She saved me to the land

The last night was

Thrilling with dreams

Oops

I awake now

Again my boring day

GRANDMA'S TREE.

A large Mango tree

That has a name

“Grandma's tree”

In every rainy season 

She would blossom,

My Aunty was so happy 

In preparing delicious pickle 

Using its tender fruits.

As soon as it began to ripen

I always prayed a breeze to come 

The cooling area beneath it was 

Venue of playing for kids 

But when my grandpa died

The elders in my family decided

To cut my Grandma’s tree 

As the firewood 

For burying his body .

Though I was a kid 

I embraced it in my tiny hands 

And cried so long 

Till I fell into sleep 

But I could save my ‘’grandma’s tree”

Still it is here, though rotten.