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.

La Chirurgia Odessey

Dark clouds looming by,
Danger ready to pounce,
The heart stops beating,
Surgeons at the ready,
As life's visions pass by,
Incisions are made,
Accuracy at its tips,
And precision engraved to the soul.

That very fleeting moments of life,
Only persistence can sail through,
Life's by the thread,
Desperate codes and desperate people,
A daily chore of the surgeon,
Destiny's call for the patient,
O' surgeon it's your call,
Seize the soul and put it back,

Cut through and make wonder,
For one life can save another,
For that one life may be your
Savior!

Throbbing pulse and a returning beat,
Hope of a lost survivor,
Running past the hurricane of life,
Gasp.... The returning breath of life,
A miraculous recovery from the impending doom,
For the doctor it was just following protocol,
Oh well it was another successful surgery,
But outside was a different scene.

With clammy hands comes handshakes and bear hugs,
For the life has been saved,
The heavy hearts bloom with happiness,
For their life's have been saved,
Hail the doctor our savior says the patients family,
For in front of them was their savior,
A miracle maker when all hope was lost,
Oh doctor! Thou brilliance remain unchallenged!
A swish of your arm and a brilliant cure,
With grace,
With passion,
With love,
Do you work as a healer,
A miracle worker!