SWEET CHILD
There dies a poor thing
unseen, unheard, unloved
who in this world had not a thing
no blessing on it showered.
None worried about its life and death,
In none did it have any faith,
No one to care unfortunate child
Not even a kind smile
This crule world its wrath is bore
Unhappiness gripped its heart's core
It cried and it cried
creid till its tears dried
A neglected orphan too small
could not hear fortunes call
A retched creation of God it was
who cares if it slipped on the moss
there dies a poor thing,
Unseen, unheard, unloved
Who before starting its life journey
have vanished into endless serenity.
MY MIND
My mind is like a tree
bearing lots of fruits and shade
Sometimes I feel uprooted
Still alive and not dead
I keep on growing
Sometimes, I'm moved by a strong breeze
That my ambitions carved many decrease
Also with tense heavy rains
To make a real brain drain
Still my mind gets peace
When cold wind blows
To remember my talent
That I have to show.
I'm still standing in one position
Wheteher covered or fully dry
But not say good bye
Even when my mind is hot
It has positive thoughts
Disturbance isn't the reason
Still bearing fruits in every season
Someday someone stressed
Will surely find
the tree of my mind
To make him march ahead
I'll provide the shade.
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Even If That Doesn't Ring True.
There dies a poor thing
unseen, unheard, unloved
who in this world had not a thing
no blessing on it showered.
None worried about its life and death,
In none did it have any faith,
No one to care unfortunate child
Not even a kind smile
This crule world its wrath is bore
Unhappiness gripped its heart's core
It cried and it cried
creid till its tears dried
A neglected orphan too small
could not hear fortunes call
A retched creation of God it was
who cares if it slipped on the moss
there dies a poor thing,
Unseen, unheard, unloved
Who before starting its life journey
have vanished into endless serenity.
MY MIND
My mind is like a tree
bearing lots of fruits and shade
Sometimes I feel uprooted
Still alive and not dead
I keep on growing
Sometimes, I'm moved by a strong breeze
That my ambitions carved many decrease
Also with tense heavy rains
To make a real brain drain
Still my mind gets peace
When cold wind blows
To remember my talent
That I have to show.
I'm still standing in one position
Wheteher covered or fully dry
But not say good bye
Even when my mind is hot
It has positive thoughts
Disturbance isn't the reason
Still bearing fruits in every season
Someday someone stressed
Will surely find
the tree of my mind
To make him march ahead
I'll provide the shade.
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Even If That Doesn't Ring True.