distress

About My Stout Doubt

Can true love be anywhere found?
Will the loving heart be very sound?

Just by seeing something better
Or for totally a frivolous matter

Will a heart plan to separate?
Will it then negatively operate?

Viewing from the point of money
Will it leave creating great agony?

Or will my looks give at last boredom?
Or am I a casual selection at random?

In case I suffer any deep adversity
Will that soul stop loving activity?

Will my drawbacks and my setbacks
Force that soul to change tracks?

My True Banking Mind is Sinking

I was damn young and robust
I wanted to give only the best
I had greatest zeal and zest
I joined a bank with interest

Clerk was my designation
I worked with determination
I gave full concentration
I did the job with affection

At noon twelve o clock
Inside would be dark
Gloom chased like shark
I developed a poetic spark

None noticed my sincerity
In the discharging of duty
I was ignored by the Almighty
My services enjoyed continuity

One Day

One day you'll love me
as I have loved you.
One day you'll cry for me
as I have cried for you.
One day you'll need me
just as I needed you.
One day you'll want me...
But I won't want you.

Muesli Platter

Coming out of my lethargy
Feeling all drowsy and confused
Wondering when did this bowl of muesli
Get to my table

Put some milk in it or stir some yoghurt
My heart is torn inside
My mind a wobbled casket
Cannot contain anything at this moment

As the greater one said my trust is in the Lord
I lift mine eyes towards the heavens
And I feel no answer for me coming
I say hope deferred is cantankerous

Do You?

Do you see the way she smiles at you?
Do you hear the way she laughs with you?
Do you hear the way she cries over you?
Do you see the pain you put her through?
How many days does she have to die to get to you?
How many ways does she have to spell it out to you?
Can you see the hurt pain betrayal anger anxiety and dreams you creat in her? She dreams no more of happy things only now of hurt black pain.

A Teen's Lament

You want me to make good decisions;
I do. Sometimes my choices
Aren’t always in line with yours, but
That doesn’t mean I am not capable.
You say you’re afraid I’ll make mistakes.
I know I’ll make my share, more than a few,
But then how else will I succeed
Without trial and error and freedom to learn.
You think I need more control;
What I really need is your support.
You’ve taught me to think and act for myself;
Now you need to trust me.
What appears to be all about this teen?
Is also about you as my parent;

Hurt

My Heart is Hurting
My soul don't work
my feet can't feel no life
my fet hurt my soul burn life fire.
My soul don't have no open space to the door.
My eye are red I cry in cry for help
til there nothing left my pain don't come
arcoss to my fear is near my hope is open
my faith is gone My eye's are here my faith don't come to me. In til I can fly I
gave my all to the one I love here in now.

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