Tuesday, May 26, 2020
Monday, May 25, 2020
The Plight of a mother
They had no money, no home to stay
safe
The streets and left over food were their only solace
At midnight, The cops rebuked and forced them to leave
Where could they return, they had no place
Woken up in a jiffy for a ridiculous emergency
Half asleep she went in search of another shade
Leaving behind her sleeping son
Unaware of the hatred the world has
In the arms of her little terrified daughter
For a long time the little girl kept awaiting but she did not return,
Alas She got up and holding the hands of her young brother
They went walking into the dark alley in hope to find her helpless mother
They lost whatever they had, the leftover food and their broken shade
The mother wept all night losing all hope
whom could she blame, the cops, the government, or herself
The little boy wiped her tear and held her tight
Her children gave her hope and a reason to try
They gave her what the world snatched and chose to deny
The streets and left over food were their only solace
At midnight, The cops rebuked and forced them to leave
Where could they return, they had no place
Woken up in a jiffy for a ridiculous emergency
Half asleep she went in search of another shade
Leaving behind her sleeping son
In the arms of her little terrified daughter
For a long time the little girl kept awaiting but she did not return,
Alas She got up and holding the hands of her young brother
They went walking into the dark alley in hope to find her helpless mother
They lost whatever they had, the leftover food and their broken shade
The mother wept all night losing all hope
whom could she blame, the cops, the government, or herself
The little boy wiped her tear and held her tight
They gave her what the world snatched and chose to deny
Thursday, May 21, 2020
A Traveler
It’s the love for nature that makes me a nomad
I could belong to none for reasons boundless
What could hold me back, left on its own
The heart seeks companionship in the moments of weakness
And it all turns out to be the same story I lived in the past
What my soul truly seeks is not one being or one place
It’s the excitement of knowing their wonderful stories
Meeting distinct humans and be part of their journeys
They may forget my name or how do I look like
But end of the day i get to touch so many lives
The joy of meeting and the pain of parting ways
If not a traveler who else get to live emotions so deep
So less we actually need to live and survive
Nature has it all; I am done with the damn grind
Life is too small and the universe is so enormous
This adrenaline rush, it keeps me alive
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