Father

My Papa is my true best friend,

He’s my superhero with an exceptional power,

Robust figure, with an emotional blend.

He’s the rain who blossoms my withered flower.

 

Tireless work, infinite time, pain unexpressed,

He’s my teacher, values and lessons, he has showered.

Pa! You are my umbrella when it rains,

You uplift and inspire me to be the best.

I touch your feet and feel empowered.

I pray Almighty to take away all your pains.

 

Happy Father’s Day! 

Mother

Mother is the sweetest gift of life,

Without her, I can’t dream to thrive.

She loves, cares and never complains,

She’s Panacea who takes away my pains.

 

My mother, I touch your pious feet,

In my discordant life, you are a blissful beat.

As Almighty created this wonderful Earth,

You have composed and given me birth.

 

When tears roll down my dazzling eyes,

With a doting hug, you help me rise.

For my long life you devotedly pray,

Your scrumptious delicacies perfect my day.

 

 O goddess, what a charm you possess!

When gloominess surrounds, you bless.

In every happy moment and painful cry,

Your hands I hold and reach the shining sky.

A DREAM

A glorious garland of brotherhood,

Is turned into a web of falsehood.

For “votes”, golden Dreams are scattered,

For “notes”, values and morals are shattered.

The mawkish masks of Politicians and Leaders fall down,

Callousness is revealed, Humanity is burned down.

 

A system of government rises to heights,

By crushing the innocent and genuine plights.

Doors of Justice bring truth to light,

But hush! “Law is said to be blind.”

 

With faith, we pray and look in the sky,

Moon has patches, is it a lie?

In the mirror we talk to our souls,

Searching for truth and definite goals:

“A Dream of justice, ethics and beauty,

A sword, a star and a path of Duty.”

 

Terrors may shake us, making us morose,

But with each virtuous step, their minds shall close.

Reality will be devised by tenacious Time,

Prosperity will be synonymous with Politics for lifetime.

Money

“A bag full of notes, which can let you buy,

Clothes, food, house and  a golden “Lie”

‘Money can buy everything and I’m powerful,

With it I can earn position and emotions, so wonderful!’

Money can’t bring jubilance in the dark room,

It can bring Avarice and cause terrible doom.

If not well spent it can be a demon in disguise,

So be kind and you will be a human, totally wise.”

– By Akash Singh