Once an old man lived in a hut.
All he had was a hut and a mug.
To all money is great! He used to say.
Away from power and greed,
However, I have a heart full of love.
Books cast a mystic spell over me that is hard to explain at times. For me buying a book, reading a book even holding a book in my hands drifts me away for few minutes and serves to be very relaxing.
Earth shivered at every drop of blood shed unjustly,
Sky cried over barbaric killings of one human by another,
Animals quivered with another genocide of history.
Humanity was mutilated for no reason at all.
I have come to this realization that
If you follow the crowd, you will
Find yourself lonely at the end.
I am afraid to fall,
Thinking I won’t get up,
I am afraid of failing,
Thinking I will be left behind,
I am afraid of change,
Thinking I won’t survive it,
However, I am not afraid of trying,
Knowing that He will be with me.
Poetry – ever lasting language of soul,
Bound to leave an impression,
Nurtured with life experiences,
Defines its own existence.
Each unique, colorful, and beautiful,
Flying freely everywhere,
Symbol of joy, freedom,
Inspiring love, promoting hope,
Each fulfilling what nature desires.