The seed
In the start, it was a mere seed,
Small, unprotected amidst the weed,
Its death not a day away,
Unable to survive in world with twisted ways.
Poets & Poetry 2019
Corridors of light
In a dark world, in a dark heart,
A streak of hope is hard to start.
Hope in a world of chaos and strife
Where evil runs through like a knife.
Blank page
There is always a blank page,
Waiting for me.
Yes, waiting for me
To write down what I feel…
Born to succeed
Born to succeed
Life is full of loss and gain
True! Just understand, don’t take the strain.
The silent boy
A train pacing its way,
The wind blowing past,
The horses galloping beside.
And in sat a boy wondering,
Looking at the stars and whispering,
Pouring out his heartiest desires.