A Tempest Of Sorts

Wind of the solitude,

Streamed for a breeze,

The calm bequeaths me,

As I envision the storm.

There lying before me,

A child yells for his mother,

As people huddle,

For they have lost their sole will.

It has struck fast,

A tempest of sorts,

Taking away our land,

And away our very brethren.

Breeze after breeze,

Hitting harder as time passes on,

Oh! please stop my Lord,

For we cannot move on.

Into the eye of the storm,

I hear wails on and on,

As I see people getting flung around,

Oh my! What is this state we are on?

Oh! Ravicious wind please smooth on,

Please forgive us if we have done wrong,

Leave for the far away,

As it is hard for us to leave all.

Trashing our ancestral land,

We cannot tread on,

Because connected are we with this fine land,

That has given us our own.

As time passed on,

And the dust swept by,

I then saw what was left behind,

Heaps of bodies mistaken as trash,

Thrown askew in despairs form.

Ah! This is not the dream I envision,

For in my sight and my vision,

I see a future of peace,

Not drugged with misery.

But alas! Man doth art know thy mistakes,

The path thy treaded on,

Briddled with mistakes and further storms,

Being unable to conquer all.

Try to unite as one,

Cultivate this harmonious symphony,

Be one with nature's form,

For then you would hear this heart's beat.

For then you would hear the nature's beat,

That has skipped through generations,

To be one with those destined,

With a green thumb and a beauty of a mind,

To be one with those destined,

To save what is left of a crumbling heart.

The Deserter

This is a woeful tale of mine,
A tale of a deserter,
Long lost into the abyss,
Long lost from my heir.

Sunny shines and sunny dreams,
A happy house of five,
Was rudely awakened by a miss,
That turned my tale to woe.

She ensnared my head slowly,
Whispering wicked things to me,
Slowly reaching into me,
Was her naked thoughts and shares.

She slowly gave me things,
That I could not comprehend,
In her confident eyes did I see,
Desires that I thought long lost.

Reaching out into me,
She took me from my heir,
Fearful thoughts crept up to me,
Because God was she a snare.

Each day, each night she texted me,
Whispering that she loved me,
Rudely awakened was I from this fantasy,
As my child and her mother found our case.

Each day, each night I fought with thee,
Creating cracks in this sanded stream,
For I had forgotten this sanctuary,
Of our very life's beat.

O' Lecherous snake here'dth thee,
Stay away from me,
Me, my wife and my children,
Should stay stay away from your bay.

This evil creature that ensnared me,
Thou art be punished in hell,
How will I make up to my wife my children,
As I stay in this den.

This is a woeful tale of mine,
A tale of a deserter,
Long lost into the abyss,
Long lost from my heir.

Aspiring Beads

Looking through the windows of my car,
I find lonely children of the slum,
Children who look up and about the stars,
With faces of pure glum.

Their little faces and beady eyes,
Aspire for life with hope,
But are put aside with promises and more prominent lies,
Leaving life for them hard to cope.

Oh! prominent leaders why promise why lie,
Why raise hopes and then make a perpetual break,
Day in and day out these children cry,
Until an understanding truly wake.

That this world is all about the survival of the fit,
Petty thieving,begging are all they can find,
To live a world they find dim lit,
To live a world they find no people kind.