A mother of eight,
Deep source of love,
For never ending affection....
...
Hours of darkness,
Covered with stillness,
Feeling of loneliness,
Muddled my heart....
...
He didn't think about,
The time we spent all night,
Over the phone,
Sharing our happiness,
...
She is my first love....
I fell in love with her,
When I first opened my eyes....
...
You were a perfect stranger for me.....
Envisaging that you are the sun of knowledge,
I started admiring you....
Never wished to become close to you....
...
Oh dear....
During a deep sleep,
Come and hold my hands,
Take me with you,
...
Dumped Love...
A mother of eight,
Deep source of love,
For never ending affection....
In her nineties,
Age takes a toll....
Her children grows careless,
Dumps her in barn....
Partially blind, bare skinned,
Her body so weak....
Can barely raise her hand,
In search of help....
Help... Help... Hardly heard....
Saves her from misery,
By a few good men,
Back into this careless world...
Why are beings so selfish? ? ?
So selfish to love and empathise....
Forgets that HE was also begeted,
In the womb of a mother....
Having so much ideas as a poet expressing the human tragedies and feelings.and life situations almost in all the poems of the poet.