Month: March 2013

The Sad Child

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The Sad Child

Mother sitting with a child
A piece of paper in hand and tension in her mind
She is sad, she is angry
She can’t understand why
Her daughter won’t try
And learn her lessons for exams
Is it really so difficult – she cries out and asks…

She really wants her child to succeed in life
Have good education, get a good job and lead a comfortable life
But the child is probably too young to understand this formality
Without getting good grades, you won’t succeed – that unfortunately is the stark reality

Her daughter, a seven year old child
Gets scared and begins to cry
And replies…
I study hard and learn my lesson, mother
But get confused while writing the exam- was it this or the other?

She looks at her mother and feels sad
Her mother is disappointed in her and thinks she’s bad
She really wants to do well and make her mother proud
If only her mind would work well in exams and not have so many doubts

She is really a nice girl,
Friendly with all the kids in the park
It’s a shame that she is evaluated on just the marks
Her mom says that not scoring good grades will make her a failure in life
Realizing this, she feels distraught and begins to cry…

Joker

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Joker

The child looked at him and smiled
The bright smile, the twinkle in her eyes
Everything about her made him cry

He smiled back and carried on with his work
As he fumbled and stumbled, visibly disturbed
He tried again and down he fell
And she laughed hysterically, her face turned red

But there was something in her laugh that made him cry
For this child was suffering from a deadly disease inside
Thinking of that his throat went dry
God only knows how long she’ll live and when she’ll die
But he was a joker and it his job to make her smile
Make as many moments enjoyable before she dies…

The Warrior

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The Warrior

The lone warrior stood on the battleground
As the corpses lay all around
The ones he had killed with his bare hands
A twinge of pain and sorrow for their deaths he felt

Some of them, young innocent men
Dying for a cause which did not even affect them
Why did they come to this cursed battle to die
What about their families, thinking of them he cried…

But life is fair his master had taught
These men deserved to die, that’s why they fought
But what about him, the one who remains alive
With their blood on his hands, how will he survive

Soon his people will come to take him away
Back to his land, where there’ll be parties night and day
But when he returns home and meets his mother again
Won’t he hear the cries of mothers whose sons he has slain

Isn’t it a curse to be alive
And feel the pain of parents whose sons have died
But then as his master said
Some die in battles and pay their dues with their life
While others win wars and stay alive, only to suffer every moment of their wretched lives …

Togetherness

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Togetherness

She waits for him to come back from work
It’s late but there is something that she needs to talk
She’s been thinking about it a lot
And for days, in her mind, she has fought

There was a time when he loved her still
And cared for her and paid attention to everything she speaks
But now that the love is gone
Buried in the worries of the world to which they belong…

She is still young and she
Can still fight the world, but does She still have the will to start again?

The door-bell rings, he returns back home
Lost and tired, she can see the pain he has borne
He looks at her surprised
And asks what’s up my wife

She smiles and says she loves him
She knows that even if she leaves him
She will come back again
She can never leave him this way
Cause the bond they have is stronger than the love gone astray…

The Truth

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The Truth

The truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth
Was her demand as she looked into my eyes
I told her I… And then… and then… I don’t know why
But I couldn’t go on…

How could I tell her the truth?
As her innocent eyes looked into mine
Trying to find a clue or a slightest hint
But the words would not come out
My mind was filled with doubt

It was a simple question…
Shall I tell the truth and break her heart
Or shall I just tell a lie
I don’t know why, but I just spoke …
It’s all right, everything is all right

I could now see a twinkle in her eyes
And she smiled
She said I knew god would make it all right

I know I had lied…
But the truth would have broken her heart and she would have cried
I loved her more than my life
And I could not bear to see the pain in those beautiful eyes

Then I remembered what my mother had said
A truth that shatters an innocent heart must never be said
I know today I have spoken a lie
But that lie has saved an innocent life
And if I meet the lord in this world or next
I am sure that he would forgive me for that…

Chance Meeting With God

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Chance Meeting With God

I met with the god the other day
As usual I was going to the park to play
The god stopped me at the gate
He said hey long time, where have you been mate

I remained my cool and calm self
And replied you know things have been busy as hell
The work pressures have been causing a lot of stress
Personal problems have also causing a lot of distress

But he was in no mood to listen and talk
Like a nagging wife he kept on cribbing a lot
He said you’re being silly, dear old boy
Come to meet me daily in temple and insure your afterlife

He smiled and said look at the religious young men
Who blow themselves up so that they can party with virgins in heaven
And here you are worrying about your petty problems of life
Without thinking about pleasures that you’ll get after you die

I smiled coolly and replied
But I do not wish to be with terrorists, I cried
I shall continue to do my duties till the day I die
And then if I burn in hell, I promise I’ll not cry…

The Inspiration

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The Inspiration

She was his inspiration
Her words had the power to move the nation
Her beauty, her smile
The sparkle in her eyes

He longed to meet her one day
Wondering what would he say
Would he able to be his charming best
Or would he suddenly turn silent – that was the question that burdened his chest

Finally he got a chance to meet her
He was scared, he was nervous
Thinking of her, his heart would stir
Would she give me a loving smile
Will she give me another inspiration to write

Finally he went to her and said hi
Exchanged pleasantries and told her why
She was so important to him
Her smile, her words, her everything inspired him
He begged her to once again give him the missing zing
But she just shrugged, broke his heart and said
“U r a poet write any random thing”