Monday, June 6, 2011
Does it always have to be about you?
Is there anything that we two can't better do?
Why are we, so stuck with my?
Our ego has split water, land and sky.
Atom bombs and cheap guns,
This is what our selfishness has done.
A little share and a bit of care,
and life will no more be a nightmare.
I have made my point, and if you get it it's fine.
But please don't forget this poem is mine.
Saturday, June 4, 2011
If you shake the tree, a few words may fall.
Which ones to choose, will be your call.
You can feel proud if they rhyme
or make any sense.
But feeling proud is not what poets do,
their head is bent and they are looking
at their shoe.
Because underneath, is the dirt which they see,
that is what we all are going to be.