Archive | February 2013

From Mother to a son……

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I want to take you in my arms and try to give you solace….

But you seem to be far away to hear the voice of my soul.

Then I see hundred of women wailing for their love of their life…

It disturbs me more when I try to ignore quiet questions of your wife.

I want to calm down every kid who has to learn to live on their own…

Their loved ones will never come back this fact is hard but they have to know.

I want to empathize with every sister who lost her blood companion in haste…

Brothers all commitments and promises made, now look like a sheer waste.

Fathers couldn’t wail in open dig their faces in their own palms…

How cruel is the destiny to carry own son on shoulders after carrying him in arms.

I want to cry I want to scream I want to hug you and want to wail…

My dear my own son can you tell me where did I fail?

Like every mother I fed you my blood and milk…

But you gave up all relations without giving a blink…

I kept awake for nights just to make you comfortable and give you nice sleep…

What gave you courage for killing so many and leave loved ones to weep.

I slept half-stomach so that you grow without realizing our empathy…

You left so many to live without honour and on others pity and sympathy.

My son I want to fight you I want to ask and complain…

Was there any shortcoming in my upbringing that all of it went in vain.

My lord my god it is such a tragedy I gave birth but cannot own you…

My son my child what gave the courage do this act and why didn’t anybody stop you.

My heart bleeds my heart aches for you…

But then I feel before being a mother I am a human.

How can I ignore that you are the reason for agony for so many…

You have taken my right to mourn what can be other big tragedy.

Your motherland disowned you because you brought shame and disgrace …

But I being mother still forgive you and want to hold you tight in my embrace.

Bleeding Buds….

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Spring has come buds are blooming…

New life is evident everywhere bringing happiness.

Small bud is still sleeping in the bed of roses…

God bless it with most varied colour and magnificence.

 

She is the meticulous precision of the maker…

We owe to guard you till you bloom into a flower later.

You have filled our lives with colours and fragrance…

Oh God! We are so thankful and in constant admiration.

 

Your journey from a bud to flower was spectacular…

You gave each one around a reason to smile and feel connected.

We saw dreams for you and you gave so many dreams for our eyes…

And gave all the reason to smile and look up to the life.

 

Did’t  realized when you turned into flower…

And the thorns in the bed started growing longer.

We tried to save you many times hurting our own hands…

But destiny was cruel and had its own plans and stands.

 

One morning, which we never wanted to wake up and see,

We saw you lying lifeless bleeding profusely…

The destiny had taken its toll…

In the night when everyone was sleeping the thorns played their role.

 

We were devastated we were shocked.

We wanted to complain and wanted to ask God…

Why god gave you life and smile…

If he wanted to end your journey in such a tragic tie.

 

Our faith on god and springs are shattered…

Now new buds blooming gives my heart an ache.

If we cannot save them or give save environment

Please do not give them life for God sake.

 

New spring comes new buds bloom…

My heart is sinking and constantly in a gloom.

I can still see the sparkling colours in the flower.

The blood red colour shines and the thorns around looks even more  longer….