The Finger That Held My Hand
The finger that held my hand,
Showed me the world around.
I scratched the same fingers crying,
When I didn’t get what I wanted,
You took all that pain smiling,
Still you took us far away sailing.
I understand the value of you, now.
In this moment, but without you.
You held our hands, when failed.
Pushed us still, with what hope?
Smell of cigarette had the warmth,
Of you and the pain you burnt,
That smile hid all the tears,
Within to spread the hope around.
I am full of guilt and repentance,
Will there be a chance to meet again?
And feel the warmth of you once again.
Express my feelings with nothing in bargain.
With age & experience, I understand,
What it is and where I do stand.
I would like to kiss the hand, Dad,
Which gave me the hope and left.
Herd Mentality
Why we’re afraid of freedom?
Why we’re afraid of liberty?
Why we surround ourselves,
With thoughts of hatred,
Thoughts of enmity & jealousy.
Is it because, we want to remain,
Part of the herd – gone crazy,
Over all the non sense of this world,
And get appreciated and rewarded,
For all the acts of greed & selfishness.
Parting Wish
A desperate lover cried:
Give me one tight hug-
So that I can live the rest of my life,
Breathing you, before you leave.
Beauty & the Poet
A lady asked the poet,
Only you say –‘I’m so beautiful,
Render me a poem, so that
It makes me believe’.
Poet said-
“You are so beautiful!
Beauty is hidden within you.
Kiss me dear, kiss me once,
And that is my last breathe!
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