Seema-Boundary
I have made net as permanent home
Come across with many people and welcome
It does not me any solution to my worries
As I am in urgent need and in hurry
You seem to be religious
Your statement is really ambiguous
How come you are here for many hours?
Generally relation turn here very soar
I saw her virtually crying and in tears
She had lots of worries and unfounded fears
Her husband was dead for two years
She waited for that sweet voice to hear
I consoled her to be little patient
She must be living in past and not present
It is very difficult to forget dear and near ones
As this feeling can’t be shared by anyone
I am very good at face reading
I have not used it for any kind of trading
It has come through after years of experience
I can go through eyes and submit without variance
I saw her very knowledgeable and bold
She had vast experience but gone very cold
The death of her husband had nearly killed her
She was alone, lonely and so much to bother
I saw deep scars of face which were indicative of great struggle
I could guess she might have passed through ordeals with trouble
She had remained unperturbed but fully shaken
She was not in her control and fully mistaken
She would miss a lunch or dinner
Prepare it for orphan child who lived very near
This was her only satisfaction and aim
She wanted peace for departed soul without name
She was baking enough this before
She discontinued it after his death therefore
She has no where to go but remain in oblivion
This is her own world or you can call it pavilion
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Self immolation
At the age of fifteen she entered a married Life
Soon to prove capable and become responsible wife
Husband passed away at an early age
She became widow and it became difficult to manage
”She must be burnt along with husband” shouted the crowd
They may consider it as honor and feel so proud
We may not go into whether it was bad or good
It was to matter for her life and livelihood
“She was to be burnt “was the decision
No one could change it for any reason
people started to flock to her old house
Sky was filled with slogans as passion rose
It was practice of self immolation called “SATI”
Her face was to shine with more beauty
Head was to be decorated with nice flowers
Red big dot on forehead with blessings to shower
“Long live mother, long live mother” filled the air with slogans
Heavy music of drum beats along with large crowd of women
It was free flow of human beings to witness the show
Great medieval saga to be offered as the anxieties grow
It is banned long ago but still continues to be performed
Authorities remain in dark and are never informed
May be they turn show soft corner for moment
Religious fervor coupled with custom was the event
Day was fixed for immolation and she was prepared
Religious importance of it was repeated and compared
She was to be remembered for her great sacrifice
“You may be known as living Goddess” was the promise
Process ion was out and she was almost near the dais
Her face was covered with flowers and hardly was heard her voice
Sky too remained very calm as Sun departed quietly
Everybody remained calm and observed it minutely
It was seen from distance that she did not favor or go for
It was not her ideas or witnessed by anybody this before
Woman Falk was to be burnt with departed soul
There was no question of smelling any rat or foul
As funeral pyre was to be lit with fire, more chanting begun
She was to be placed on pyre with dead body of husband
As soon as she neared the placed she was virtually pushed
As fire began spreading, crowd began soaring and rushed
She was cosigned to flames as sky turned red with flames
Who was take responsibility and share the blames?
It was holy event at that given time and stood the test
Time now has made full circle and it is not considered as best
* SATI is performing of self immolation after husband’s death
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No Uncertain Death
I have seen no uncertain death
It was first time when I went to lay a wreath
My grand mother had recently passed away
I had spent considerable time with full stay
I go back to my childhood memory
She may take all steps to make me merry
I was her beloved and very dear child
She was never annoyed and remained mild
She may spread her hand on my head
In sound sleep I may feel touch and quietly read
She has the magic in hand and is quite apparent
I would forget everything even past and current
All the mothers of world are like that
This was reveled by grand and several times stated
Nobody can compare her with any object
She is known by her graceful act
Such lovely figure is not among us
My mother had so much love and trust
She may shed tears in little away place
So we should not see her pale face
She confided me how last days were so painful
Grandma was so critical but remained cheerful
She remembered me even to her last breath
I was the only one not present at the time of death
Everybody at that time was choked with emotions
We had to pray for her peaceful departure without any options
It was Almighty’s wish and we had to only pray
We could only weep and could not see her going away
She had so much deep affection
We could see in her eyes that reaction
She wanted to speak but could do nothing
We waited for her to speak something
Mother confided me something more
Grandma at the end was very sorry and sore
She never wanted me to be away from home
She waited for me to see her and welcome
She had her last remembrance
She had opted for this relation happily at once
She had worked day and night for our well being
She did everything for happiness to bring
I would go for her feeling
She did it for us happily and willing
How could we be that ungrateful?
She had done exceedingly well and remained resourceful
Every household has one old character
They may remain main figure and anchor
The family ship has to be towed safely to shore
It always requires something more and more
I look at her shining eyes and face
I find everything in her and there is nothing more to trace
She is doyen of all mothers with smiling personality
May be this is only one remaining quality
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An Idea Of Heaven
The idea of heaven has always fascinated me
Even though everybody on this earth has thoughts for free
This occurs to us only when some has departed from our home
We wish their soul to rest in peace and get welcome
Even if person has done nothing good on this earth
We wish his/her soul should find place in heaven after death
Only good words are said on the back of departed soul
It is customary and traditional wishes to give such calls
It has baffled me over the fate of soul after departure
The religious books mention of only two places for sure
Heaven and hell are destined in everybody’s fate
Death is certain for all and may come soon or late
I, as child, had cried over mother’s death in accident
It was shock and almost broke me with sad moment
I was unable to come out from shock and thought over
Where and what she may be doing there?
I can’t think much about another world
It sends me shiver in spine and cold
I can’t imagine some one’s departure from fold
Only few can bear the loss and face as bold
As child, I used to dream about that beautiful place
All people may be residing at one place in peace
They might have their place and enjoying
Yet it sent me some times in tears with crying
Of late it has been made clear and we have concluded
Our own performance on earth is absolutely included
Not only for the self satisfaction but journey abroad
Else one may definitely die with remorse and heavy load
We may be compelled some of the bad acts
But the basic things doesn’t alter with facts
Life as such has been taken as temporary phase
Our quest for material gain is considered as mad chase
In short, we have the vision to assure our place
We may know in advance where we will be in that case
We also can reassure happiness on face
As everything is fulfilled happily in limited space
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Where Is She
Not a single day has passed without you in mind
Lots of excuses come across as thought to find
You were never away in the past for a single minute
You were uncontrollable at home and never remained mute
Whole day passed off amidst your little noise
You were always ready for something to poise
You may venture for something and make my blood pulses up
I had no option but to remain silent and shut up
Today she is not in this lovely home
I look at door steps for her welcome
I know she may come any time and knock
I puffed more from cigars and left thick smoke
You have nice art to make me smile
You will not allow gloom to descent even for while
You may keep me engaged in lovely conversation
Remind me all the time about commitment and healthy relation
Her absence has made me totally blank
From the sun rise I have taken nothing or drank
I must admit her presence as some source of strength
Without her I am unable to adjust or take comfortable breath
I can do nothing without her being on my side
She will lean on my solder and confide
Whisper lovely and sweet words in my ears
She had made me fully dependent on her for years
Today I realize her importance when she is not here
I used to neglect everything when she was with me or near
She won’t bother me for even small things
Life at home without her is dreaded for something
Lovely home is zero without her sweet smile
I am on bed and thinking for it meanwhile
How come females have strong will power to control?
When nothing can be made available without shout call?
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Sad Moments
I remembered those lovely and sad moments’
When felt kind hand moving in hair with some movements
Her tears were falling on my cheeks and whole face
I was still not awakened and felt sweet embrace
I was just back from my training school camp
Energetic, red face young man with official stamp
People may point out at my white skin and red face
It was smart turn out in civil dress with no more chases
I used to come back late in night with friends
My mother will wait for me and world may then end
I will have dinner which she may serve
What a lovely scene to see and deserve?
When my days drew nearer her mind was seized with questions
She became helpless and choked up with emotions
As I was brought with care and bond of relations
Any mother would miss her son in question
Whenever I used to find or see mother’s statue
It may compel me to think and deeply view
Her curved face lines with lots of emotional mixture
Kindness with lots of anxieties for child’s future
I remember, as an infant, her worries and concern
She may eagerly want and wait for my turn
To feed me with her own hand and enjoy
I too used to feel love, affection with joy
It was heavenly cover and shade
She provided it safe and in fact made
We all were enjoying under her patronage
Even today she is unforgettable figure in age
When I woke up from deep sleep
I found her eyes with worries so deep
She was unable to hide or keep
Yet I guessed how badly she failed not to weep
Such is nature of mother and may always be the same
Let us not forget her contribution and ever blame
She has brought us up to face any challenges
It is we who may fail or succeed or hardly manage
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A Daughter’s Cry of Sorrow
This poem was written by my youngest child, Reichel when she was crowned Ms. Junior in their school some months after his father’s death. I found it in her study table beside her crown and bouquet as her fall asleep with tears in her eyes...
August 16 was my husband’s birthday and August 6 was his death day. This is in memory of his 10th years death.
I don’t experience you kissing and hugging me when I was young
I know you are busy with what you are doing for our living
I know to you are sick not feeling well and that was annoying
I understand them all in my young mind and thinking.
How I prayed to god as I grew up that someday you see me
Your sweet and lovely daughter, your replica they told me
I asked the lord that your eyes be lighted to all things again
To see my face and the merits I am getting like you had been.
Most of all I asked god to give you strength so I may feel
The warm hugs and sweet kisses I long to from you in real
But what a reverse from us he took you away forever
Sad lonely and dismayed, I cried in grief and mourned all day.
Why did you go and leave and did not see me, daddy?
I am asking the lord to return you back to me
I will be he happiest teen now if he will grant me
Though I want, he will not send you back to me.
All your sufferings and pains he wants you to be free
He wanted you to rest at the expense of my being lonely
My tears can’t stop falling, where are you now dear daddy?
Oh, I see you now in the clouds, looking waving to me
Daddyyyyyyy, you’re gone... you really leave your baby?
Oh my daddy, my dearest daddy, why did you leave me?
Goodbye daddy!
(August 17,2009 at 1 pm Philippines)
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Oh, Son
Oh, son where were you all these years!
I wanted to hear that sweet voice of yours
In this lovely world I missed you for long time
You were not even asking me in prayer times
What has happened to you?
You were obedient, honest and true
What made you to be of forgetful nature?
You schooling, education and everything was made very much sure
You used to come and weep by my bed side
I could feel the tears dropp and the words you wanted to confide
I was helpless my dear son when you were just a kid
I was moved by your presence and it spun my head
I left this beautiful land on fateful day
I knew you were dragged and taken away
Your crying words still echo ears
I could understand your pain and fears
Years after years have turned into decades
My memory is now completely faded
You were not to find single second for mother
What was reason for all these years to bother?
I heard little fainted voice from distance
I loved some words closely for instance
You were asking for few minutes to talk
How can I afford to neglect you and walk away?
For all these years you might have been busy with your family?
May be facing tough life for scaling ladder not available readily
Yet it speaks of ignorance and ungratefulness on your part?
The life might have brought you glory but what a bad end with good start
Now you have found the little time
That too after retirement when no one hears you sometimes
It speaks of little childish attitude
But all my feelings for you do not dilute
For all these years you did not care
To see agony on my face and bothered
Mothers are still mothers and shall remain unique
Forget everything even if lately offered kick
I have no words to offer
As not many people may differ
Speak in different tone and not side
But I am always with you whenever you face danger and collide
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Gentleman Coward
I felt pain in heart when turned down her proposal
It was not out right dismissal or disposal
Yet it firmly indicated that I was not her man
She had told number of times that she wanted to be my woman
She gazed at ground at stood silently
She did not reply but heard me patiently
She thought for a second and shook my hand
No problem dear “we can still stay as friend’
I don’t know how much I had hurt her
But certainly it was no good news either
She had banked on me heavily
And now I told her to accept it hurriedly
She tried to look in my eyes but got no clue
Her face tried to look in my eyes and view
I remained stone faced and took no note
As I had already put a hole in her boat
We parted in good spirit but to see if time permitted
I sincerely thanked her and whole blame admitted
Yet there was some hidden pain on her face
She regained composure and did not try to chase
Many years have passed since then I haven’t heard
Not even single message was received or read
It was hard to forget but I was under compulsion
There was uncertainty with lots of confusion
She is pushed far away from my memory
I wanted to feel whole heartedly and express sorry
“No dear, feel no sorry and regret” she could heavily reply
Let past end here and resolve no more to state
I have heard nothing about her since then
I wanted to know about her very often
I saw her one day in luxury car
Even I had little glimpse and was little far
She is better placed person today and doing fine
I am only person to be blamed who tried to undermine
Wracked the relation and brought disrepute to holy relation
She had full faith in me and had accepted equation
There was no bad intention on my part
My inner conscience has stopped me from the very start
I was sure of not doing better in coming days
So I had no other option but to part the ways
She was fully inclined and had known my position
She fully understood the situation but resented disposition
I was gentleman coward in her eyes and no more
She was determined in her approach and merely deplored
* to retrace steps in anticipation is cowardice*
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Enough Weight
I was really shocked and saddened
The death of two people hardened
My views on divine weapon of death
Which is on our head till the last breath?
Both were dear one and very close
It raised many questions and posed
Its validity and threat in human eyes
Even thought it has wide acceptability
'Will you not come once at my home? '
I turned to see friend's sister waiting to welcome
'You have not dropped in even single time'
I want you to be at my home sometimes
She was diagnosed as last stage cancer patient
Hr chances to remain alive were very much absent
I could see death fear in her vocal request
Even though she tried to remain calm at her best
'I will not come to your till you visit mine'
He virtually threatened me whenever I invited him to dine
He will feel bad when I shall fail to return the visit
He was hale and hearty and fully fit
He went on pilgrimage to holy shrines
Even though he had fever but felt very fine
While on ascent to high hill he developed pain
He was hardly given last time to raise voice and complain
Both departed in few space of time
I could hardly do anything at any time
Their wishes remained unfulfilled
Even though they had earnestly willed
Now on ward I have decided to oblige
Any person with request and seize
The next available opportunity to repay the visit
I now have to give enough weight
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Shaken
Your shaken with grief
Your shaken by death
Your shaken with horror
Your shaken with the cold
But no matter how you feel, life must go on
The word will not stop and wait for you
After all you are human
You are afraid you will be laughed at
Remember that everyone is entitle to there opinion
And you to yours
Move on and don’t look back in the darker days when you were shaken by grief, death, horror, and cold
Death, horror, and grief you have no control of it
But you have control of your emotions, feelings, and fears
Put a little laughter in your life
Learn to laugh from the inside out
Behind the mask you hide your face so no one can see how you feel
You are afraid of your fears and don’t want other people to know how You feel
It’s okay to feel the way you feel
Remove the mask from your face and let your fears and feelings be shown
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Sincere prayers
My sincere prayers
Coming from different layers
Inner outer core of heart
Feeling very nice from start
Ways different but not to part
You got to try and recover
No more to suffer
You may have different ideas and differ
Still I am with you and offer
My sincere prayer
There is good saying
Attention always paying
Foundation stone laying
For better relation and understanding
Good carrying words but not offending
You got to come out
No to simple fallout
Nothing to think about
Think of good future
Good feelings to nurture
You have to march ahead
Cool mind with straight head
Nothing to worry
Not in hurry
Not to feel sorry
You may come out of shock
Sound may not stop from clock
It will not block
Your straight path
If you retain good faith
What else one can pray?
Will it pay?
With new hope and bright ray
You may go ahead and find
Very good people around and very kind
So come out of sick mind
Ways and means find
Shower the love and blessings
You will find world with you
Only trust in Thou
Prayers always pay in return
It is now our turn
Face the truth and don’t show the back and run
Take he pledge under the sun
Don’t make any kind of fun
Since you have remained bed ridden
My emotions have remained hidden
They are trying to come out in form of tears
I can’t show it out and pain always bear
I try to pick up your words and hear
It is how I feel so deep
I can’t bear it and weep
Nights look barren and I can’t sleep
Through his window panes I try to peep
I burn with anger but smile I keep
You must come out of oblivion
Like players you shouldn’t rest in pavilion
Provide me with courage and inspiration
I can’t bear any more separation
It may lead to some kind of negation
I wish you to stand on your feet
I will be the first person to greet
You come out in open and meet
We shall clean up wounds and treat
I shall try to occupy permanent sear
I may not find any solace till you recover
You should make all efforts to cover
If you fail then everything will be over
I pray for your health till you fully recuperate
This is how I feel and is the tale of state
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A Purple Hat Box
I had worries, worries had me,
so I packed ‘em up and stowed 'em away.
I kept the worries at bay, you might say.
The trouble was they bugged me,
they screamed and itched and tugged me!
So I put them in a box.
It was a deep, purple hat box.
Some days I'd forget about them,
but then I'd remember and peep inside.
The worries glared at me with their big pop eyes!
They laughed at me, taunted me,
they were wild.
They talked in my head all day and all night.
They were stalking me!
Something had to be done
I opened the box again, threw them in,
nailed the lid down, real tight,
sat on the box and sighed.
The worries cried for mercy one more time
and then, guess what…………?
They died.
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Being Dead
They came to her to tell her that she was dead-
passed away in her sleep.
But, ' she retorted, this must be a dream
and cannot be so-
I'm not dead-perhaps still asleep.'
'No', they said, 'dead and nothing to be done;
acceptance not denial is what is requiews here.'
She felt her arms and said 'See I am alive, still here.'
'Illusion.' they said The dead always try to keep the illusion of life
because that is all they know
life is gone from you now, the book is closed.
'This is absurd; ' she said 'let me out of here.
I am alive, not dead and gone'
'There is nothing to stop you leaving they said, ' he said 'you can always leave life you understand is but a tree with death as it final branch.
She got up and walked to what looked like a door paused opening it gingerly blinded by a briight white, so she shut it again turning to face again to her interlocutors.
'What is going on where am I? ' she said.
They ignored her whispering among themselves finally facing her, one of them saying;
'We can give special dispensation and perhaps...'
She interrupted him, 'Special dispensation, what is that? '
'Well' he said 'you can go, leave here if you like, but only for three days and if…'
If, if what.' she said.
'in those two days you can walk among the living but they will not be able to see or hear you
and if you can some how communicate with them,
make your self feel alive to them
and they want you to come back,
then you can perhaps go back, go back among the living,
That will be permanent until you die again,
understanding, of course, that in time
we all die.'
Convince them? How can I do that if they cannot hear or see me?
'Well you can go among them, ' one of them explained
'and even though they will not be able to hear or see you,
your spirit will be present and that will be the trigger among them
signaling their desire for your return,
then that might make your return possible.'
'Not see or hear me, ' she said 'but how then will I be able to convince them I am alive? This makes no sense.'
'Oh yes it does. You have to get them to conjure you in their memory, wish you were still alive, remember you fondly,
wish you were still with them after all this time.'
'All this time? ', she said.
How long have I been dead? '
'Well now they said 'it has been over five years now.'
'Five years! ' she said incredulously.
'Yes five years.' he said.
'I know people forget, even loved ones can forget
you after five years, and they go on with their lives.'
'Yes, our point exactly, ' he said, 'then you are not only dead but not remembered, and being not remembered is true death'
Do you want to go, go back
understanding that if you fail,
your death will then be death true final test? '
She paused thinking how hurtful it would be
if she could not get anyone to conjure her memory..
'What happens' she said 'if I succeed and some one remembers me and wants me back? '
'That is the point someone can remember you yourself may not want to come back. That part is important.'
'And, ' he said 'you may not want to go back. If you do go back there might be loved ones who have moved on with their lives.'
.
'What about my husband, has he moved on? ' she said?
They did not answer.
'We can tell you nothing. These things you will have to find out for yourself.
Some, ' he said 'find out and want to come back here. Each is different-take your time.
She stood thinking about what to do.
To be continued
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A state of her mind
Tears were rolling from her eyes
Time had come to say me good bye
I was resting on her crossed leg
She starred at me as if was trying to beg
I don’t know what made her to think
She was down with the thoughts and sunk
I knew nothing about her status of mind
She remained calm and always kind
I was on short vacation from my service
I was called at home on some relative’s demise
I tried to spend good time with her
She always thought too much and bothered
All mothers of world may be same
God has specially chosen them o come
She under goes pain but always welcome
New arrival from her womb is dear some
What a sacrifice from living mother?
She has nothing except her child to bother
She has only one top most priority
Child should always remain in vicinity
It is deep love and affection
She is not affected by any tension
Her dream is fulfilled with simple cry from child
She looses no patience and gets slightly wild
I was woken up by small drops
They were falling non stop
I just raised my eyes to see
I found my self under the tree
“Why mom, do you cry” I parried question
“No, nothing” she didn’t make any mention
I could guess she was unhappy about my departure
She had seen many dreams in my future
I was in service of the motherland
I was motivated by her and nearly trained
She wanted her one of the child to be dedicated
On many occasion she had her wishes made known or indicated
It came as complete surprise with shock
I was now in sense and fully awoke
It was weakening my spirit
I saw in her eyes bright light
They were beaming with confidence
This was not the first incidence
Many a times she was in such state
The tears were rushing very late
I could understand her position
She had no more question
It was only an emotional cry
I couldn’t ask her further why
She had offered what others couldn’t do?
With the entire mother’s it is equally true
I was fortunate enough to find her caring
Her spirit and strength was definitely daring
I touched her feet but could say nothing
She wanted to say something
I kept her smiling all the way
She found in me bright ray
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Breathed slowly
“Dad, be comfortable and breathe slowly
Remember Him and thee words you think holy
Pray for all happiness worry for none
This is only way and certain for every one
My dad was breathing his last
His palpitation was very fast
He had all satisfaction on his face
There was not a single worry line to trace
He has lived his full inning
Now he is approaching beautiful evening
Soon night may take over in his dark lap
Nothing to be seen in life as gap
This is what may be called as death
The stoppage of all movements with breathe
No use of lying body to be kept at home
New home waited for permanent welcome
He was fully contended with whatever he did
He never tried to cheat any one or hid
He did it for welfare of the other people
As he was honest and very capable
Many people approach our home in late hours
He may be most of the time on tours
He will listen to the people and render the service
As he was social work many may now rush to us over his demise
He has full smile on his face
He wanted to confined in me in any case
Everybody would depart in same way as dad
There was no point in becoming sad
Many a times he used to say
Never try to find new way
See the reasonability behind
Be reasonable every time and kind
I was too small to advice
He was all along very wise
His word had weight and respected
It was weighed and often corrected
I had observed him from close distance
I was now his future and he liked my presence
I was his trusted friend and lieutenant
He knew me well from time I was infant
I knew now he will be no more
He will be thing of past like vapor
He may be air borne to unite in heaven
Little thing of today and permanently gone
I watched him sinking deep
I wanted to feel badly and weep
I controlled it for the fear of being noticed
As I had loved dad and secretly promised
I inhaled with big thrust
It was all the more important and must
I had full regard, faith and trust
He did everything possible to entrust
I watched him go to distance land
He may find new berth and friends
The completely strange world and totally unknown
A permanent refuge for ordinary and well-known
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No More
Father was running small shop
As trader he was considered flop
Even though with investment he was called merchant
He was gentleman and had no reason to resent
We used to live and pull on bare means
As he was in fix to find two square meals
Income was low and always falling short
His boat was never reaching at port
Totally unconcerned with worldly affairs
He seemed to be kind at heart and very fare
He will call me near and put hand over head
Advise of me of few words and try to read
Tears may just roll from my eyes
As I could see pain in his futile try
He wanted me to grow as fast as possible
To remove all poverty and take the family out of troubles
The hard days existed for many days
He could bear no more and passed away
I was informed of in the school and rushed
So as to witness but nearly got pushed
He was laid straight on ground
People around him were silently found
No one uttered a word but consoled me
As I was still minor and seemed laden with worry
I did not forecast about what would be the future
Now everything was rested with on the mother
I was her sole hope and she had no tears
She was mentally prepared to look forward and bear
I could see and experience little grief
But it soon got vanished and remained for brief
We could wait no more for sad days
There was urgent need to cope and pay
Death of an elder in home is huge loss
It can result in loss and may certainly cause
The heavy burden on family members
To face it bravely with lots of things to remember
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Calling All Hearts
To the father and the son who never talk,
Come back home
To the husband and the wife who are both at fault,
Come back home
Forget the past and start again
Face to face and make amends
Calling out around the world
Every heartbroken boy, every lonely girl
Take what's right and forgive what's wrong
I'm calling all hearts to come back home
From the single mom trying to make ends meet
Daddy come back home
From the parents of the child living out on the street
Baby come back home
Forget the past and start again
Face to face and make amends
Can i hear an amen
Can i hear an amen
To every soul who's lost their way,
Come back home
Yeah the wait is over, today's the day
Come back home come back home
Oh calling out around the world
Every heartbroken boy, every lonely girl
Take what's right and forgive what's wrong
I'm calling all hearts, i'm calling out around the world
Every heartbroken boy, every lonely girl
Take what's right and forgive what's wrong
I'm calling all hearts to come back home
song performed by by Diamond Rio
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Years of Tears
Years of tears for no ears to hear, lonely for years am I
Years of tears for no ears to hear in silence they dropp and die
Years of tears, hidden deep, I cannot weep, nor cry.
Years of tears, for many fears of dying alone, I sigh.
Years of tears which no one hears as many years go by.
Years of tears in the lonely sky, my tears grow wings and fly.
Years of tears, my smile shines, through its little lines, I lie.
Years of tears, my somber peers through my melancholy eye
Tears of tears, Years of Years, in my soul, I tie.
Years of tears for no ears to hear my tears weep goodbye….
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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My tears are lonely
Sometimes I just want to be alone and cry
Think of all the good things you did in your youth
Think of you when you were still young,
Lonely and sad.
My eyes cry lonely tears, gone too soon
Denying me the right to bury you, it would have been a dream come true.
Just when I thought I'm feeling cold in winter,
Your death couldn't make me warmer,
It made me colder.
It will take some time for me to smile
As my tears fall endlessly, and remain lonely.
I can no-longer give you any attention,
Cause you can no-longer hear me.
As dead as you are, my tears remain lonely
But I will not cry forever.
Heaven waits.
poem by Chase NQUBEKO
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Ladies are not behind
Ladies are not behind or lagging
They will not settle for less or go begging
Time and again they have proved their worth
The talent is available and there is no dearth
We call them mother with their high status
Status not of any standing but of great service
To the cause of mankind and humanity
God too has blessed from time to time such personalities
I pray and respect for departed mother
She lived for noble cause and died there
Millions shed tears for departed soul
Birds too cried along with the dreaded owl
With all her honesty and nobility
It was clear demonstration of her ability
Was she not gifted with all the divinity?
In the services of mankind with close affinity
Not in thousand but in countless years
We hear of great soul in our ears
I have heard stars falling from the sky
Never heard almighty sending emissary and try
He is great, yes, the greatest of all.
Whether we forget Him to pray or call
He is there for all the living or dead
Even if we fail to understand or read
Seers always stand tall in all the respect
We have to search soul and introspect
No great soul will descend from the heaven again
We are here to watch calmly and peacefully remain
All these years we have failed to understand
For slight reasons we have killed friends
God only knows how could we do it?
Path can be clearly seen even if road is dimly lit
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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