Mother

I know I make mistakes,

Hurt you in the heart.

I know I played wrong stakes,

But still

You love me and play your part.

.

I know I did wrong,

Played damned lies with peers

But you stood strong.

Still

Wiping off your tears.

.

I know you’ll love me

Even in the darkest hours

You’ve been through the hell

I see,

I can see your invisible scars.

.

.

I love you mom.

Materialism

This Materialistic World,
With Materialistic Men,
What good will it avail of me ?
An Instrument maybe.
With Materialistic Goals,
And Materialistic Aims.
What good will it serve for thee?
An efficient Machine maybe.
They said !!
That the machines would take over the world.
But isn’t it already theirs to be??
We are in a dream maybe .
All this money in the world,
The fame, an image.
Aren’t those bars of prison.
Don’t you see.
We all are blind prisoners maybe

Thy Shall

Thy shall run, 

Where others stop.

Thy shall run, 

Where they fear to walk

Thy shall run,

Where others retire to dross.

Thy shall run,

Where they fear to cross.

Thy Shall pray, 

Where others moan. 

Thy shall pray, 

While others groan.

Thy shall help,

When there is a need. 

Thy shall help,   

While others feed greed.                                               

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