THE LITTLE THIEF

Thief! Thief! There! Here!
These mindless rants filled up the air,
A little thief ran out of sight
Followed by feet; a dozen pair.

Up the street he ran
Down the street he went,
To catch him the crowd
Was nearly hell bent.

Finally a pebble got the better of our fiend
And tossing and tumbling he did fall down,
The crowd finally had caught up with him
But his face was clear; not even a frown.

“Let’s call the police!” a meek logic
Went as soon as it had come,
The crowd began with their judgment
They beat the boy till he fell numb.

The boy didn’t give them a fight
Nor did the crowd give him a shot,
They beat him here and beat him there
They were angry; Red Hot!

The boy had gone sore and pale
The little blood belied his pain,
He had not eaten for several days
He didn’t have much blood left to drain.

“He has had enough” said a Samaritan
When he had had his fill,
“He has had enough, let him go
We are not here to make a kill”.

So they left their victim, and reluctantly
Did leave the ‘pack’ of men,
Into the society whence they came,
Into their most natural den.

“What had he stolen?” no one asked
And I am afraid the answer will never be got,
For the boy had not the strength to speak
And the strength to live? He had not.

So the boy went, Oh! The poor soul
Hopefully to a place for civilized than this,
Where fathers kill a little boy
For a piece of bread they’ll never miss.

THE NEVER ENDING RACE

Why do I run?
What do I chase?
When will it end?
This never ending race.

This never ending race,
To become the best;
This never ending race,
To be ahead of the rest.

This never ending race,
To reach goals unknown;
To persist on a path,
Glimpses of which are only shown.

I know not why I started on this race,
On this endless quest I know not when;
When tomorrow comes at the price of today,
You cannot live in the past, now can you then?

But now I want to stop,
This race has been too much for me;
Have lost lots of people I loved,
And lots of friends to be.

“But you just can’t quit..”
Thundered a voice from above;
“Please let me go..”, I cried,
“For the sake of all you love.”

“But to quit you have to die,
That is the price one pays;
For having started on this race,
That is what our rule book says.”

“I agree to die just let me go”,
I cried as I slowed down my pace;
Trying in vain to conjure reasons,
Why I had but started on this race.

All I know is one has to die,
To end this endless race called Life;
To end its endless pains,
To end its endless strife.

How can one break ones' heart ?

How can one break ones’ heart?
How does one make one cry?
Once I tried to get your love
Now my eyes are sad and dry.

I loved you then, I love you now
But did you ever love me?
I dreamt of you, I still dream of you
But did you ever dream of me?

A thousand times I wished you were mine
Did you wish such a single time?
I never had the courage to tell you
Did you not see my love a single time?

When I told you of the love I have
You simply told me no;
I have stayed back since waiting for you
But where did you go?

Much time has passed and you are gone
And I sit here sad and forlorn;
Remembering the times together we spent
Trying to catch hold of moments already went.

If you ever do remember me
Please spare a tear for all my cry;
Once I tried to get your love
Now my eyes are sad and dry.

The Birth of a Poem

A poem not yet written
But which has me smitten;
A poem still in my mind
Parts of which I still cannot find;
The start and the end
Are still open for amend;
But the poem as a whole
Still unclear is its role;
Its role in this world
Has still not been unfurled;
In this world ruled by prose
Why a poem did I choose?
For a poem to toil and labor
What fruit will I savor?
As I keep thinking
In my mind the poem is twinkling;
Ready to just come out
A seed ready to sprout;
But what is this...does it sound like a poem?
A ceremonious birth or a sad quite requiem;
It is me. Your child
Said the poem at last;
The one you nurtured
And in your mind had cast;
I have finally bloomed and flowered
Thanks to the love and care you have showered;
But why do you hesitate
About my inevitable fate?
I am after all you
A reflection anew;
Of your mind and your thought
Of the demons you have fought;
Of the things you hold dear
And to loose what you most fear;
So why bind me in yourself
Let me be free;
Why just a seedling
Let me be a tree;
A tree of a poem
In a land of prose;
A tree of your thought
Of what you chose;
It was then I felt
A burning desire;
To have the poem rise
Over mundane fire;
Like a phoenix it rose
Over the ashes of my thought;
And it is now the poem
Which to you I have brought.

The Adult Role !

When I was in school
Oh..the good old school days;
I do not know why but
I had a desire to get out;
To get out of the study room
To get out of the uniform;
To get out of the morning pray
To get out of the daily dorm;
I prayed day in
And I prayed day out;
To be a little older
To be a little stout;
Ye..god did listen
The benevolent soul;
And I found myself
In a farewell role;
Dressed in my best
Happy as can be;
That is when the reality
Came and hit me;
In a moments twitch
Everything was gone;
From my friends and teachers
To the classes forlorn;
Yes...I was free
But when was I not;
Now I have to roam alone
Under the sun, red and hot;
Now I pray day in
And day out;
To be a little less older
To be a little less stout;
But god doesnt listen
What happened to the benevolent soul?;
As I find myself
In an adults role.