Of hunger, a little boy cried,
Adjurned for a piece of bread,
Thy lord who was rich and impaired,
Scurred from the hell he had raised!
Of penury, the little boy implored,
Aspired for a roof when the night fell ,
Thy god who never knew no poverty,
Swayed over an indigent's death knell!
Of dejection, the little boy beseeched,
Grailed to be all smiles now and then,
Thy creator who was dreary and bland,
Skipped a poor man's chapter often!!!
----Sharath
The dread has engulfed a girl downright,Satan's veil barring the voiceless words,Dismayed eyes never saw the mortal's sleight,A butcher's prey for the ruthless swords.To serve a frivolous lord, thus she was born,To stay reticent all over, thus she was raised,Unacquainted about life, she had sworn,Hence forever she was bound to be enslaved.Always to be overlooked, she did subsist,None did question and none did gainsay,Lost forever in the floating mist,To wander bewilderly, he had left her astray...!!
-----Sharath
Though his fissured hands ached,
the agony wasn't shown when he held.
For our gaiety was he ever cared,
There was diligence in every sweat he bled.
None were the excuses heard,
Nor a time he couldn't work and not be there,
The concedes for the exertions were never said,
All he got was the ravenous glare.
He heard us before we could ask,
Saw right through us before we even felt,
Yet he scraped a pavement for us to walk,
For the brood the big man knelt.
----Sharath
I've travelled through clouds
amidst frozen lucents akin pearls,
kindered along with a twin crowd,
attaining over serene hurls,
atop the world, beneath the sun,
there's none to stop me run.
The breeze behind plunged
drifting me through the alley of heaven,
I respired anew as i lunged,
did putforth my trust in the seven;
Through gales, across storms,
I've indulged the shade of gorms.
Orbs overlooked me fly,
While rays of light warmed from within,
this ain't the day i cry,
For all i've gone through is thick and thin;
A thousand heads i saw at a glance,
Flicking their heads in a frisky dance.
----Sharath
obscure I stood alone gazing ,
the lonely star that overlooked,
astrayed in the ocean of it's own darkness,
Made me a clod for believing.
The truth was not that i was desterted,
Nor the fact of being a solus,
It was always the road I plumped,
The path of the forsaken and the outcast,
Choices that unfurled into a flus.
I do repent for all the hasty verdicts,
that I had to make at dawn,
for all I have done the esse indicts,
to rue over things that were primed,
For him we are just a mere pawn.,
For him we are just a mere pawn....!!!!
----Sharath
When the last aid wallops into thin air,
Does the desolate heart plead for his holy grace?
Or does it brawl back at it's worst nightmare???
Oh i pity thee emptyHeads, I pity thee...!!!!
When the buoyant faith is skewered by a cynical thought,
When the armored trust is shattered by a small rift,
Does your optimism succour you out of this wild craft?
Or does it perorate everything like an end shift???
Oh i pity thee emptyHeads, I pity thee...!!!!
When the jovial lifestyle transpires at your last terminal,
When the childhood memories are no longer a manifest,
Does your propenstrous life comforts you at your last trial?
Or does it smile back and sneer at your last test???
Oh i pity thee emptyHeads, I pity thee...!!!!
----SHARATH
down a hushed street with your naught self,
there be a sense forsaken coercing,
you fight, make peace with your own strife.
To thrive and relish the beauty within,
to serve and feed the deific realty,
One should pull out his own sin,
So he would escapade something so godly.
Relinquish things in your soul which daunt,
engulf anger into thin air,
let commanding be your assert,
to have this world's fair share.
----Sharath
To be a fool and black, Is to be deceived by those you hold near, Misled by the words you’d longed to hear, To be duped for your skin, for y...
