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Wednesday, 27 June 2012

Look He's Dumb



He cannot speak of your exquisite beauty
Nor commend on your gentleman ship Sir!
No he is not rude and cruel
Just a suffers of nature’s stir
Stands in silence his mouth gone numb
Look! He’s Dumb


The joy of commune was not to be his
But a life of silent pain
Pain so deep, yet untold
Increase! As he tries to cry in vain
Words elude him, he tries for some
Look! He is dumb


Lost in emotions he cannot convey
Only his tears tell his tale
How he yearns to say but Alas!
His hard tough tries fail
To his miseries in mystery his fate will succumb
Look! He is dumb!

Thursday, 7 June 2012

Look He's My Father


Wisdom he basks, I will never achieve
Choices so wise, seem so difficult to me
Look at thee! Looking plain and thoughtless
While a thousand thoughts his umpteen minds retrieve
Sitting with a melancholy smile, he sees farther
He’s my real man, Look! He’s is my father 


In the walks of the world, he may not be much
But he is the world to me
I yearn to remember his strong touch
Held with I was, learned to walk from thee
A silent watchful protector, looks at me, power I gather
He’s the strongest man on Earth! Look! He’s my Father

I would not have sufficed to survive
His experiences helped me through
He may not teach pupils
He invisibly taught me through
He knows it all, I wish to earn him laughter
He’s an Idol! My Ideal! Look!He is my Father

Tuesday, 22 May 2012

Look He's A Beggar





Sitting on the nook, the roughs of the road
Bears an attire, dusty rags, torn robes
Once they were glossy, washed in petrol
Now looks aghast, spooky than a troll
Life undefined, death certain to trigger
He begs for alms, Look He’s a beggar

Once he was rich, a man among Lords
Infamy Now withdrawn, he sleeps In the yards
Unholy were his traits for refused to give
Today, yearning to be given, gorging garbage to live
Punished by the gods, he kept a selfish ledger
He Begs for alms! Look he’s a beggar

He ate roast lamb, Now seeks stale bread
Kicked the lowly hard, Now takes looks he would dread
In spite of his plight I feel his lasting pain
Lost in despair, belly, back, one plane
May god forgive thy soul, spare thee to nature
He begs for alms, Look he’s a beggar

Sunday, 20 May 2012

Look He's Blind


A stick in his hands, finding his path
His life in darkness, adapted to its wrath
There is no hope left, in pupils burnt
Moisture has dried, iris bears a shunt
All crevices to him are selfishly unkind
There he walks alone, Look he’s blind


Once he fought wars, and saved many lives
Respected among fellows, radiated power vibes
There was one battle more, he was yearned upon to win
A scar but he incurred, a reimbursement for his sin
Jeered along on the roads, he cannot fight but grind
His teeth in vain, frets in pain, Look He’s blind


He tries to weep, his soul so torn
Tears bereaved long ago, he tries in vain, so worn
For the glories he thought were acts of vendetta
He was punished from above from crossing all moral mete
He drinks alone, drinks to death, regrets his life rewind
Life gone blind, Soul gone blind…. Look he’s blind