Heaven Is At Her Feet
From the moment a child opens its eyes
To the world and its ties
She nurtures it like a steadfast rock
Right from pant to frock
“And I shall guide you,
On the path that I walked on
Before you came along
In sickness and in health
In poverty and in wealth
Whenever I needed company
You gave the note to the harmony
Sit tight little one...”

Innocence
As the child looked with his eyes wide open
I thought, on innocence I would write a poem
Unaware of the sins committed by society
Oblivious of death and calamity
Playing with a toy gun in the hand
As if the real one has not harmed the land
Exist, does a lie, denied
The solemn truth will always preside
Early in the morning shall I arise...
To greet with a surprise
The coin planted in my garden
Shall hurst into a tree?
With the money, chocolates I shall buy
And build a house, Hansel Gretel style

Life Is Sacred
In the Garden, the blooming rose
Tucked in the vase, in a pose
The sweet fragrance, spread in the air
Lending grace to an otherwise, room bizarre
The rich red velvet of the petals
The crowning glory of the green sepals
The beauty of this natural piece
Has at last now, withered and died;
Reminds one all the time
Life should be lived to the brim
In case this virtue is denied.

Resort To Quilt
The dark cold winter night
Bring a shudder and a chill to the might
The star at a distance so high
Part oblivious, because of the cloud in the sky
The severe, pouring December rain
From which even the umbrella covered, refrain
I love to stay indoors
And protect myself from the downpour
I snuggle up warm and cozy in my eider-down quilt,
Watching television, sipping coffee
Plunged on my bed, with my pillow at a slight tilt