Thought for the less privileged

The Street Orphan

I wake to the sound of a whistling train,
I wonder how this day will pass, I fear its pain.
Now, for my breakfast coins I need to beg,
I have no clothing, just a rag.
As I tread along and the ground hurts my bare feet,
I watch people dressed smart and neat.
I watch other children go to school,
While fate leaves my soul for streets to rule.
I watch faces, some kind, some rude,
I see what life has deprived me, I brood.
I have no fancy toys to play,
There’s none to make happy and gay.
As the sun goes down and the night draws near,
Another feeble morrow of this kind, I fear.
Today, hunger has left me so tired and pale,
It’s bedtime, but no Mama to read me a fairy tale.
And with no Papa’s arms to wrap me round,
It’s just loneliness and insecurity that surround.
I cry but no one dries my tears,
Will I grow like this through the years?

The Child Prostitute

Life gifted me a pretty face,
A friendly smile, some charming grace.
But poverty denied me even a square meal,
Fate seemed harsh and will too frail to deal.
And even before I faintly realised,
I had my human dignity compromised.
It was when someone promised me happiness to stay,
And misled my innocence to walk the brothel’s way.
Today, I am a victim of disgraced labour,
I trade off my own self for a few coins to gather.
Lustful and crude hands handle me,
Their ugly passions truly frighten me.
My young heart has to remain dauntless to these fears,
This little money costs me my tears.
Yet, many condemn me, but a few understand,
How I yearn for this misery to end.
Some pity me, but just walk away,
“Get me out of this rut”,  is all plead and say.

Love Poems

Once upon a time long long ago, I wrote all these poems as an adolescent in love. And all that I have of that experience are poems. Even, the memories are burnt in the fire of tempus. These poems or what happened then means nothing to me today. However, I thought that I will post what wrote then for the amusement and pleasure of some heart in love who will read my blog.

Crush I

Words, I have not to convey my soul’s feel,
Thoughts revel, but my lips simply seal.
Emotion torments me at desperations peak,
I know not what my heart does seek.

Crush II

If I tell you that I love you,
Chastise me not by walking away,
“Be still my same friend”, may I humbly say?
Think not that I am weak,
It’s my trust in you that let the truth speak.

If I tell you that I love you,
It means, that I confide in you my feeling,
It means not that your love that I am asking,
Thus feel not that I want you to myself bind,
Remember, I always seek your happiness before mine.

If I tell you that I love you,
Please listen, give me a chance to explain,
How loving you has caused my heart pain,
Rebuke me not, for I have no  guilt,
I’ve tried to kill this feeling, but my fate had it strongly built. 

Sweetheart’s Prayer

Lord, I thank you, for it was through him,
That you showed me light through life’s dim.
That you nutured me with caring unceased,
That you gave me all that I had missed.

Lord, protect him, I pray,
Fill his soul with gladness each day.
Bless him with health, keeps his thoughts clear,
To judge what’s good, to let no temptation allure.

Lord, bless the time that we spend together,
Let our love and understanding grow towards each other.
So that through this we are made strong,
To reach those in need, to resist every wrong.

Lord, I pray, keep him always close and near,
There’s nothing else that I so desire.
Keep us one still when tempus has flown,
Keep his heart mine and mine alone.

Everytime you are away…

My heart skips beat with time,
With every fresh born moment losing sublime.
The tide of time holds back its flow,
And the wick of my soul ceases to glow.
The notes of life are lost in emptiness,
With its lyrics burnt in the fire of restlessness.
There is no joy, all is gloom,
And every flower simply forgets to bloom.
Like the summer earth seeped by the first rain,
My bosom is soaked with lamenting pain.
My eyes thirst to see your face,
My being awaits your tender gaze.
How will my soul grow without your presence?
When you are away, my life loses its essence.

Hoping in the tough times…

My hearts awaits that beautiful day,
When God shall cast those barriers away.
For they keep us from joining hands in life,
With you my man and me as your wife.
Even then, my love fear not life’s roughest tide,
Just turn around, I am beside.
Lay your weary head on my shoulder,
And count on you to make you bolder.
I shall encourage you to realise each dream,
I will sip your cup when joy fills its brim.
I shall comfort you through each pain,
I’ll dry your tears when they drop like rain.
I shall listen to each grieving word,
Which would embarass if the world heard.
And though for the world you must pretend,
I will be the one to really understand.
I shall fold my hands and pray relentlessly,
Seeking us strength to fight tough times victoriously.

Is it really over?

Far did we row the boat of our love together,
In joy’s stream and in sorrow’s river.
The current now is drifting us away,
Leading us both to separate lone ways.
It causes my heart deep treason,
To accept the end of our togetherness’ season.
But can it really be the end?
Can fate our souls so mercilessly bend?
You shared my laughter and offered caring thr’ strife,
Can anyone take your place in my life?
Or can anyone replace me in yours?
“No!”, responds the sunset that witnessed our hours.
The lake and the well sing our love praise,
While my soul awaits the dawn of the days,
When the current of life will sweep away the pain,
By bringing us together once again.

Memories

Where have gone those beautiful days?
Green fields, mountains and the sunset’s orange rays.
Where is our lake that was there always?
Rain and trees that laughed at our foolish ways.
Where are the village folk that stared amazed?
On seeing two fools that crazily paced.
Where is the moon that made you jealous?
And “Annie’s Song” in our tune so careless?
Oh Lord! Bring back those days,
Lead us not to separate lone ways.

Realization

You were the song that I used to sing,
But today those lyrics lost their theme.
The magic seems all stolen,
And my heart feels broken.
At times, you badly want me beside,
At others, your tantrums push me aside.
My patience and hope are now over.
Your thoughts on my mind, no longer hover.
Day after day, I walk a step away,
Do you really want me to stay?
Then, open your heart and make your dream,
I do not want to be just a whim.