THERE CANNOT BE
(A Poem on Mother)
There cannot be such a place
Safe enough than a mother's lap,
There cannot be love of such a sort
Than that of a mother's loving heart,
There cannot be that much excuse
Than that of a mother's pleasing nature,
There cannot be that much solace
Than that of a mother's soothing words,
There cannot be such a caring glance
Than that of a mother's assuring eyes,
There cannot be such a gentle touch
Than that of a mother's caring hands,
There cannot be so deep a concern
Than that of a mother's untiring alertness,
There cannot be more such contentment
Than that of a mother's serene smile,
There cannot be a more grieving heart
Than that of a mother's hurtful feelings,
There cannot be such a peace unbound
Than that of a mother's fondling embrace,
There can never be such mercy unbound
Exception to God, than that of a MOTHER.
Monday, May 19, 2008
THE CRISIS WITHIN (A poem on Food Crisis)
THE CRISIS WITHIN
Big nations vie to occupy a super-power level
While small nations struggle for own survival,
Humanity, can it amicably pass the crisis within?
Or defeat stares the deprived, as usual again !
In the name of peoples security and welfare
With a positive bent we vie with each other,
Showing care and concern of aggressive nature
We develop technology, devastatingly superior.
Wars often display the real face of humans
But, we stand mute witness to those actions,
Now that another calamity is likely to occur
Are we ready to offer a helping hand dear?
We talk of a world without frontiers and arms
We talk of love and equality amongst all humans;
Instead we develop weapons of mass destruction
Deceiving ourselves and the future generations.
Food, the life-saving precious commodity
If invites a human disaster by its scarcity,
As co-humans, is it not our moral duty?
To show and share humane concern and pity.
Who knows the trauma of a mother’s faith?
Who bothers, if a child starves to death?
Where is the talk of universal brotherhood?
Who is there to offer the life-saving food?
Showing least concern for life-giving ecology
We are but creating advanced warfare technology,
In the process we are destroying the origin of life
What remains if food becomes a subject of strife?
Big nations vie to occupy a super-power level, yes
While small nations struggle in the brewing crisis.
(A Poem on Food Crisis)
Big nations vie to occupy a super-power level
While small nations struggle for own survival,
Humanity, can it amicably pass the crisis within?
Or defeat stares the deprived, as usual again !
In the name of peoples security and welfare
With a positive bent we vie with each other,
Showing care and concern of aggressive nature
We develop technology, devastatingly superior.
Wars often display the real face of humans
But, we stand mute witness to those actions,
Now that another calamity is likely to occur
Are we ready to offer a helping hand dear?
We talk of a world without frontiers and arms
We talk of love and equality amongst all humans;
Instead we develop weapons of mass destruction
Deceiving ourselves and the future generations.
Food, the life-saving precious commodity
If invites a human disaster by its scarcity,
As co-humans, is it not our moral duty?
To show and share humane concern and pity.
Who knows the trauma of a mother’s faith?
Who bothers, if a child starves to death?
Where is the talk of universal brotherhood?
Who is there to offer the life-saving food?
Showing least concern for life-giving ecology
We are but creating advanced warfare technology,
In the process we are destroying the origin of life
What remains if food becomes a subject of strife?
Big nations vie to occupy a super-power level, yes
While small nations struggle in the brewing crisis.
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