blight beginnings are not necessarily bright but the sure make an impact.
often first impressions are not always true.
my first poem drenched in truth .....if i may say so.
Gliding far away from that happy land..she stands,
not quite stand with the trembling but she'll try;
cant control herself..she begins to cry..
cry, like never before, cry in pain;
dunno whats coming up next so she cries in vain!
cries to god to take her away,
"let me forget my horrid past" she'd say.
"erase my thoughts, letme start afresh today!,
please oh god listen to me as i pray..
pray with all my might,
please dont let me out of your sight!
and so let me just forget this horrid night!
guide me in the path thats right!" she'd scream,
the pain and sorrow in her eyes would gleam.
she'd be on her knees,
her weak but hopeful arms clutched,her furrowed eyebrows and her foreheads dented crease,
widening every second as she cries,
to forget the sin, darkness and all the false lies.
she cries for all the mishaps of the day before,
when noone believed her but her supporters four.
the truth to be honest-she wasnt guilty at all,
noone believed her and let the law fall...
the day she was proved guilty for no cause,
the day when she was heard no more,
noone cared how she'd feel,
how hurt, or insulted, how sick or sore.
noone but her supporters four-
one-the eternal listner above -by seeing her state, burning with fury now.
two-was her soul deep inside.
who knew the truth even though everyone else lied.
three-"innocent" the one who was proved,
the one who was guilty, a cheat and shrewd.
four-is me. knowing, shes not the only one today,
people are suffering akin, each and everyday..
ME, watching with all this silence,
finding out-how to stand against this violence!
but im just a child.
i cant get out, support the ones ,
who are innocent-writhing in pain,
by the crimes theyve not committed, are driving them insane!
so just as a watcher paralyzed i sit,
seething with anger, my teeth do grit.
i scream, "common get a grip!"
and try to figure out a way,
how to open these clutches and run away!
help those people in need,
save this world, by doing such a deed.
but again..i wonder.
and give my hopes away.
as today,
no one will listen to what a child has got to say.
often first impressions are not always true.
my first poem drenched in truth .....if i may say so.
Gliding far away from that happy land..she stands,
not quite stand with the trembling but she'll try;
cant control herself..she begins to cry..
cry, like never before, cry in pain;
dunno whats coming up next so she cries in vain!
cries to god to take her away,
"let me forget my horrid past" she'd say.
"erase my thoughts, letme start afresh today!,
please oh god listen to me as i pray..
pray with all my might,
please dont let me out of your sight!
and so let me just forget this horrid night!
guide me in the path thats right!" she'd scream,
the pain and sorrow in her eyes would gleam.
she'd be on her knees,
her weak but hopeful arms clutched,her furrowed eyebrows and her foreheads dented crease,
widening every second as she cries,
to forget the sin, darkness and all the false lies.
she cries for all the mishaps of the day before,
when noone believed her but her supporters four.
the truth to be honest-she wasnt guilty at all,
noone believed her and let the law fall...
the day she was proved guilty for no cause,
the day when she was heard no more,
noone cared how she'd feel,
how hurt, or insulted, how sick or sore.
noone but her supporters four-
one-the eternal listner above -by seeing her state, burning with fury now.
two-was her soul deep inside.
who knew the truth even though everyone else lied.
three-"innocent" the one who was proved,
the one who was guilty, a cheat and shrewd.
four-is me. knowing, shes not the only one today,
people are suffering akin, each and everyday..
ME, watching with all this silence,
finding out-how to stand against this violence!
but im just a child.
i cant get out, support the ones ,
who are innocent-writhing in pain,
by the crimes theyve not committed, are driving them insane!
so just as a watcher paralyzed i sit,
seething with anger, my teeth do grit.
i scream, "common get a grip!"
and try to figure out a way,
how to open these clutches and run away!
help those people in need,
save this world, by doing such a deed.
but again..i wonder.
and give my hopes away.
as today,
no one will listen to what a child has got to say.
