Father’s Day.

Fathers are wonderful people
Too little understood,
And we do not sing their praises
As often as we should…
For, somehow, Father seems to be
The man who pays the bills,
While Mother binds up little hurts
And nurses all our ills…

And Father struggles daily
To live up to “HIS IMAGE”
As protector and provider
And “hero or the scrimmage”…

And perhaps that is the reason
We sometimes get the notion,
That Fathers are not subject
To the thing we call emotion,

But if you look inside Dad’s heart,
Where no one else can see
You’ll find he’s sentimental
And as “soft” as he can be…

But he’s so busy every day
In the grueling race of life,
He leaves the sentimental stuff
To his partner and his wife…

But Fathers are just WONDERFUL
In a million different ways,
And they merit loving compliments
And accolade of praise,

For the only reason Dad aspires
To fortune and success
Is to make the family proud of him
And to bring them happiness…

And like OUR HEAVENLY FATHER,
He’s a guardian and a guide,
Someone that we can count on
To be ALWAYS ON OUR SIDE.

Happy Father’s day to all fathers out there

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

His World

Alone he stood, with a friend’s disguise
& For her was he willing to die
But she twisted him with scampish lies
While he concealed his sigh.||
But death wont touch him soon
Because he was no scamming prick
Righteous for the love and fortune
He had love no trick.||
And she payed every single sin she did
And all the prizes he won
Her beauty then worth a quid
With all her winnings scorned.||
And there he stood with all the cause.
And all success he whorled.
With a new life a new love.
His was the world.||

Rend…

That cloudy evenings.

When winter sheds.

Those easy seeming.

Tough amends.

Those hazy summers.

When the breeze ascends.

Those classy bummers.

False wends.

Those deadly demons.

Which never append.

These Whirly Seasons

Do

REND..

.

Meaning of rend :- Tear To Peices

 

 

 

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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