spiritual seeker Poems
There Is No Honour Among Thieves And...
Among thieves and murderers,
There is no honour among them,
They plunder and kill,
lied behind their smiles,
pretend and talked a smooth talk,
and even turn on their own.
Some are fools, and they dance when their master say dance,
But many nowadays, they come as presidents and ministers…
Pretending to be your most understanding and helping friends,
But they come only to steal your wealth,
To enslave you!
Music Of Silence
The nights again are for me alone,
To serenade, my heart’s melody..
And the sandal tree in front of my door, my company..
My nightingale has gone to sleep,
The shadows and crickets will cheer me up,
Listen me to the music of silence,
Listen all to the music of silence...
And the music plays within me till sleep comes to creep,
Night upon night, my heart will sing this painful melody,