Friday, July 31, 2009

A PRAYERFUL WISH


When young ones are born

And start living a life..

The two strong pillars work hard

with a prayerful wish in mind..

A prayer that we may nourish our new born

In the best way that we can..

And with a hope that our future will be safe…

With our growing child who will soon be a man…



As infants and toddlers begin to speak

And express out their heart…

Parents understand it’s beginning…

And the race to the world is on start…

As pillars grow old and each strand becomes grey…

Young ones flourish and make their own way…

These pillars become weak but still pray each day…

For their young ones to lead the world ahead…



The father’s varicose vein and mothers joined hands…

Always wish for a good position for young one to stand…

When we work hard it’s surely that we can…

With added blessings from mother

And money from hard working man..

On hearing exhausted breath managing to speak…

On hearing crying prayers that roll down the cheeks..

We should understand their feelings and try to be best

As they want and as we can

Beautiful life….but….


As it is early dawn,

I rise with a jerking honk…..

My alarm shows “it`s 6`o clock”..

“oh God! I may be late for work..”

Half eaten breakfast,

Hygiene care in hurry….

Will I loose my train?

Oh! Life is full of worry….

As I heed fast to the railway line….

People I see sleeping still and fine…

Their body snugged in cozy rags….

I wish if same way if could lie…

Reached my detination,I got in my car…

Put my i-pod on and heart goes ding dong…THUD….

Hey can`t u hear the horn??

“Sorry I lost my hearing aid”he said….

His compulsion a hearing aid

Without it he may loose his life…

No compulsion for me but MY ACT..

May pay the price of my life…

I drove with mum…

Towards my work place…

But deep down speaks again and again..

Beautiful life…..but you do not care…

Guilt and anger advances to whirlpool in mind…

No food taste good…no preparations seem fine…

Out do I go to feed the canine…

Ahead stands a toddler with belly pouching out…

Crying for food…not excess but at least a slice…

Anguish and fear play hide and seek…

Trembling hands scribble lines and streaks…

One after two….paper I throw…

A sight I see from my clear glass window…

A child drawing pictures in waste and stones…

I give up! Oh no! Sorry no more can I bear….

I have every pleasure but least do I care….

Oh Lord thank you for the blessings you give…

I will surely treasure and share with those in need….