indemnity

0 sea, give me your of calm silence,

my people are lost in cruel violence.

0 forest, spread the kind deepness

my people are rich in cheapness 

0 sand, give me your fistful freedom

my people are slaving the kingdom

0 bird, sing me a melodious song

my people are abusing the throng

0 sun, pour the gentle warm rays

my people lovingly hate these days

0 wind , bring thou careless jest

my people are isolated depressed

0 flowers, fill the colors of humane in my lives

i need their love again revived.....

 

the good man dying

not all who silence are coward,

but carrying the liability of goodness

still smolder beneath the ashes,

thou flamed the thousand, devoured

let the survivor be alive... 

its all new...

its not the same sunrise 

its not the same cock cries

the moment you awake

its new morning for a better sake....

if there is heaven

let here be a way , today..

ain't you feeling little light

from the burden of dark sleepless nights

serene winds , clear skies

its all new, left behind all lies...

if there is heaven,

let here be a way ,today 

  

Run away, moon

i beg you,

just run away moon

they say ,

they gonna landing soon.

the world lies

saying its second time

but i wonder

niel's arms so strong to climb,

height of light years,

ahhh.... to me ,

still a mystery , it appears...

you've been part of mother's tales

coveted gift to beauty females

so pure so pious

gleaming the whole world,

unbiased...

payload equipped, propelled;

the robo man ready to dwell

its escape time , otherwise

you not gonna survive...

hey ,

you no longer immune

its already june,

just run away moon....

 

 

song of hope

if ever, a sun would rise

out of dark and shield

then it would sing my song

in some paddy field

if ever, a prayer would whisper

out of grief and pain

then it would sing my song

in some wet rain..

if ever, a boat would sail

out of wave and explore

then it would sing my song

in some sea shore

if ever a fire would burn

out of fear and fright

then it would sing my song

in some midnight

if ever, holy would call

out of sin of seven

then it would sing my song

in some hope of heaven

where has all the winds gone???

kids right there ,

not chasing colored flies...

kites in air,

not kissing clear skies...

the standstill flowers,

wait of chimes for hours,

beauty's calm curls,

the lethargic whirl...

sheep move slowly   

shepherd too,

and the melodious reapers

in meager,

all in chorus , all in chorus;

where has all the winds gone??

A child's treasure

A little child who randomly pry

keeping the land on his thigh,

to find the buried treasure

tinkle -tinkle , metal pleasure.

Mother lures him to come inside

sweets and some penny besides,

but small hands have big ambition

a man with a rich mission.

He works like a newbie in coal mine

with a hope to get the diamond shine;

 dirty clothes goes dirtier

 focused , unlike the one, whiner.

  Tough job tires him

 lunch time under the tree limb;

the tree welcomes the guest, giving mango pleasure,

   now, the child got the child's treasure