Children Of A Lesser God
Walking about in torn and tattered clothes
Looking messy with a running nose
Crippled, unable to walk properly
The arrogant man, looks at him disdainfully
The other day the car almost ran her down
As she leaped forward, begging for an aim
Hand outstretched, unable to see
In the sun, wearing dark glasses
Makes him look shady.
For a cheap rate, they are bought
Are they, children of a lesser god?

My Weakness Is My Strength
If there can be appeal
In the scar on that face
I will take my weakness
With a lot of grace
If every tumble gives you a chance
To rise erect with a new stance
When the going gets tough
The tough gets going
Yesterday, I fell to-
Get up again and start moving
In the classroom the young boy
From his neighbour snatched the toy
The truck rammed into the car
With all its might
Killed the occupants and threw
Them out a sight
The sky roared with thunder
Scared stiff as they went down under
My weakness shall be my strength
May I never misuse it
Even for one moment
The meek shall
inherit the earth

All That Glitters Is Gold
The morning sun shines through the window
Making the face beam and glow
I suddenly feel the urge, to rise and shine
My feelings take a turn towards
The lofty and divine
As I escape the barricade of my bed
The wasted, wild hours I now dread
The sun has injected into me a potion
Which makes me want to drive into motion
The golden globe warms the earth
Returns the gaiety and the mirth

Beyond The Grasp
Take your outstretched hand
See dreams of the promised land
Butterflies in different colours
Dive and leap and soar
Honey and nectar on the doorstep
Would one find such a place on the map
Where no misery, no bitterness, no sorrow
Looking forward always to a better morrow
This is what Utopia is all about
Neither begged, borrowed nor bought