Broken

care other hearts.

"Have a heart that never hardens..."

---Dickens

The Sun

The Sun

When you show your face of glee
After the long spell of night,
Everything seems delighted to see
And is seen clearly bright.

When you take the mid-sky-place slowly
Your rays glisten on the biggest oceans
Whose waves are moving furiously.
As though showing some emotions.
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When you awake the seeds from long sleep
They begin to grow from the ground
And upping their heads sky, they peep.
With your powers everyone, you astound.

You'll always be remembered by the earth
As you are responsible for life's birth.

Myself

I am very much happy
Because I have a copy
And my best friend, pen

Who writes my insane brain.

War

Cruelty

A well-built body lying on the earth 
Surrounded by thorns, shrubs and stones 
That must have been nourished and cared since birth
Was like an Egyptian headless statue without bones. 

The soft green grass and weeds were drenched 
With dark red blood of that strong frame. 
Only blood could have cruelly quenched 
The hearts who let the fire of war flame. 

Merciless bullets holed his figure and his head
Was struck off and hanged upon a wooden pole
Yonder from the corpse sleeping on the nature's bed. 
Ah! no one could awake the poor soul. 

Life, the greatest gift is being destroyed by those 
Who compel one brother to kill others thinking them foes. 

Good morning

Morning 


We greet others ' Good morning' 
But do we ever think?
Who greets Morning? 
The waking sun from the riverbed, 
The chirping birds on the trees, 
The cocks with their full-throated crowing,
The resting drops of dew on the grass
And the blooming buds of blossoms.
It is the harbinger of vitality.
So we greet Morning ' Good morning'