Wednesday, 15 February 2012

A child's treasure

A little child who randomly pry
keeping the land on his thigh,
to find the buried treasure
tinkle -tinkle , metal pleasure.
Mother lures him to come inside
sweets and some penny besides,
but small hands have big ambition
a man with a rich mission.
He works like a newbie in coal mine
with a hope to get the diamond shine;
 dirty clothes goes dirtier
 focused , unlike the one, whiner.
  Tough job tires him
 lunch time under the tree limb;
the tree welcomes the guest, giving mango pleasure,
   now, the child got the child's treasure


 




Wednesday, 1 February 2012

miles away

Vote for me now!

i fear of
running fast so
fast when turned back
i with me and mine
away
mile and mile..
where,
no one is there
to cheer my win
punish my indiscipline
no buddies and enemies
left alone within
only,i
with me and mine
away
mile and mile..
i feel as if like a owl
left alone in  dark foul
night, where i scared my presence
silence say the story of absence...


it was better when
i was  badly behind,
but
there were,
true people behind
with false excuses to find
to cheer my loss
and only pros...
i fear of losing all
to win one,
when
i with me and mine
away
mile and mile...