When they hear the big bell strikes six
The lanes of women are ready to
Come out from garment factory
A pretentious faces,
Hurrying in their walks
A small talk
Tattered clothing with dull handbag
Working a bit harder with machine
And enthusiasm pumped by their children
Mentioning “I am waiting for you Ma”
And moving as a programmed robot to the home….!
These women life lying as a:
A peasant with a dull, hard, unexciting life
Gazing with wide eyes and meld themselves in to the work
Sacrificing their souls for a handle full of family
Leaving their heart at home
And bring their head to work
Losing themselves in the face of money….!
Losing themselves in the face of money….!
Now I salute these women with great respect…..!
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WOMEN
TEA BREAK IN THE OFFICE
I sit in this cubical, not understanding why I am here
It is almost at 4.30pm, a tea break in my office
A smile in me, How the “half trouser” changed to the
Full- pledge professionalism
Once leaving all the burden enjoyed the days like airy
I wonder how it changed to the mechanical robot
By hitting the keyboard, thinking
How a small bag of books changed to the Laptop
Still footstool is here, but where is the rest….?
Here I am, the food is awaiting and I ‘m hungry
Where does the time solace….? Cried my lunch break
A bunch of office mate is here, I can smile at everyone
But, still I feel lonely, searing for the old mate to
Share the thoughts
Once the bike was reserved for few hours
Now it becomes my close companion, still few places to move on
I was beatific with my tiny pocket money
Now I get huge monthly pay slip and it has been nestled
Again I wonder why I am still here
Then its hits to me
I am not following the dream, chasing the money
And this is the time to get it……!
TEARS WILL NOT ERASE OUR SMILE
OH…! Terrorism-torn nation
Country of my birth
A hundred –thousand of soul
Are melted in the fire
Yea…! Terrorist, you might throw fire of fear
And hatred to take their toll
But still can’t resign your soul
While praying for God…!
Though you severe throughout,
The arm justice will not be restrained
Our honorable flag will not be stained
And we just send a word:
You may now rejoice of our tears
But “TEARS WILL NOT ERASE OUR SMILE”
HUNDRED YEARS
A man live for hundred years
Yet half is sleep, half is rest
Again in childhood and old age
Runs pages of books, to win prize
And working for other men, to live on,
Earning wealth and spending for health
The live companion diseases and tears
The day dream love and happiness
Life sweet fruit friendship
Life bitter fruit greedy
True and lie plays an alternate dice
What has happened at the end..?
The causes and effect of the life
Are simply linked:
The live beyond the skies…!
REFUGEES
(A srilankan child share his innermost thoughts,
About his country with god)
O God…! O God…! O God…!
This city has hundred and thousand souls
Few were superior few were inferior
Some are living in mansion, some are in holes
Yet still they have own place
Yet still they have own place
O God…! This city was my homeland
Now it become has an alien
Now it become has an alien
The tree blossoms every spring anew
O God…! Why you made human race
Hundred years once, hundred years once
O God…! I saw a birds nest in the trees
They sang happily upon the blooming twig
But I hear a wailing song, a wailing song
A hundred thousand or so are strive here
O God…! Cause and effect are very simple
There community people human being
Only they have rights to live in this city
CHILD CRY
O dear…! O lord…! O child ….!
Why tears are streaking in your face….?
There is nothing wrong on you
The faults will lie on me…!
Then why do you cry my darling….?
O sweet heart….! O my love…!
Who am I…? I don’t have any rights on you…?
See your fish eyes are filled with water,
Nose is in pinkies in color
My sweet heart, don’t be angry
If you think so….! Then forgive me….!
What shall I do to see my little heart to smile….?
O PRECIOUS HOURS!!
O PRECIOUS HOURS!!
O GOLDEN TIME!!
O precious hours!!
O golden time!!
Run up the clock
To tell us the time
Tick tock, tick tock
It echoes in the vacant hall
To remind the every
Minutes are so precious.
O precious hours!!
O golden time!!
You made the life path
Live…, love…, lonely….
O precious hours!!
O golden time!!
The universe surrounds
You with possibilities
O precious hours!!
O golden time!!
When both hand
Stand at the top together.
No man has the power
To tell, that is your end
O precious hours!!
O golden time!!
A MOMENT OF SILENCE
A MOMENT OF SILENCE
They stood up
So that we could be sat down
They dressed up with uniform
And live with dignity
So that we could be colorful
They strive all the season
And even climb the mountain to heal the deed
So that we could be blithely and blossom
Most of days they spend the
Place no faith of tomorrow
By day their voice is low and light
If there are silent dead of night
They sacrifice themselves without selfishness
Just because we could be safe and bliss
So now “DEAR INDIAN SOLIDERS”
We head bow and declare:
A moment of silence, respect and gratitude
LIVING IS A MAGICAL PLAY!!
LIVING IS A MAGICAL PLAY!!
Life begins like a huge fort
Of darkness tower
Around it our life grew
An ocean’s siege
Each moment in a newer form
On earth and sky, in wave and wind
In night and day, in light and shade
In calm and storm are undefined
O life, o life you‘re in wheeling stars
Once it rotate for fate of tournament
It stands in the line of love and hate
By the magical sword of GOD!
Life: mysterious flame around a melting pearl
By light we live and to the light we go
Living is a magical play!!
Living is a magical play!!
THE HEAVEN
THE HEAVEN
A tree beside the sandy river beach
Holdup its topmost boughs towards sky
Lone in the light of a magical wood
In that magical wood in the land of sleep
I looked up above my head this fair evening
With beauty of night delightful
I went to the garden of love
And saw what I never had seen.
Spirits of love were the starts that glowed
Spirits of peace were the stream that flowed
Spirits of truth were the birds that sang
And little angels with magical sticks
Softly sweetly angel’s wings
Came floating through night skies
Spanning time and distance
Lifting the whispered prayer of faith
Don’t waste your youth chasing fast dream
Gleaming things pretty thing
Take heed watch yourself you could
Find yourself inside the place
The School
I visited a school, it was built of
Bricks and sour, the entrance was
Like a gusty waves, the classroom
Walls were mostly cracked lined.
The roof were full of holes and roots
Where each leak in rainy water,
There was a need of window to school
Empty blackboard and a chalk piece boxes
Children are so helpless in appearance
There faces like rootless weeds
Few were dressed up with tie, few with shoes
Their tongues run naked into books.
There eyes live in a dream of future
Little dots, the young one dream
Far, far from the stars of words
These raw are melting into the big tree
Awarding the country its country has
Great Teachers, Doctors, Scientists, Politicians
And one of the best vision in the future.
Yet for these children world are painted with fog
Unless Teachers, Inspectors, Educational Department
Search of new means and refined it
These raw than open on their lives
Like a crouching stems.
- Asha.G
MOTHER LIES
I was prime in wroth
She fortune me with gifts and lies;
Her first lies start here…
A cup of rice she feed me in the moonlit,
But her stomach filled with water.
And says: “I am not hunger today”
When I was seek on the bed
Struggling for the sleep, she lullaby
On her lap without closing the eyelashes
And says: “I am not getting sleep today”
When I have wet my path with tears,
She weeping for me, when no one knew it
“She encouraged with confident smile
And hide her tears” to step forward me.
When I was comfort with my job
I asked her to take rest,
But she ignored my words…
And says: “I am not tired”
One day she fell ill
Her life is spinning out of control
I can feel her pain in the eyes
Her eyes says: “Don’t cry my child”
The grave be now thy bed
An incommunicable sleep
I am taking rest as you wished
My mom voice echoing in my dream…
Again her lie continues…
She is a visible God to me.
- ASHA .G
TRUTH OF LIFE
SECONDS OF SUCCESS VANISH YEARS OF FAILURE.
MISTAKES MAKE MAN PERFECT.
EXPERIENCE TEACHES MANY LESSONS TO LIFE.
CRITICIZES MAKE MAN STRONGER.
HOPE IS THE BOOST TO EVERY NEW WORK.
CONFIDENT IS THE BASEMENT TO BUILT LIFE HOUSE.
Seven wonders in the office
Where I found, it is need for the life…
1. Door says: World is wide open to experience life in our own ways.
2. Clock says: Be regular in your work…
3. Window says: See the world, there are much more to learn.
4. Computer says: Be sharp to face the challenges.
5. Air conditioner says: Be cool, when there is a pressure from higher authority.
6. Teacup’s says: Don’t ever give up your life in everyone’s cup.
7. Boss says: Aim the goal in life to achieve greater than me.
FAILURE
Failure admits the long sleepless night…
Don’t put an end there…
Give a chance to know your strengths…
To come out with flying colors…
DON’T WAIT
Don’t wait for a time, to
Begin the world.
Don’t wait for the best, to
Believe in yourself.
Don’t wait for a love, to
Recognize the value of mother.
Don’t wait for the break, to
Enjoy the days.
Don’t wait for a pain, to
Believe in God.
Don’t wait for an option, to
Choose the best.
Don’t wait for a problem, to realize that,
There are much bigger problem than us.
Don’t wait, just go ahead.
TOMORROW WILL BE TOO LATE
If you have a song, sing it now.
Today the sun is so bright,
Tomorrow rain may come in view,
Yesterday is not for you. Do it now
Tomorrow will be too late.
If you have hard work, do it now.
Sure there will be lots of troubles,
Your path may be hewing,
Worries that come to wear,
Don’t postpone it, do your work.
Tomorrow may not come your way.
If you have a smile, show it now.
Don’t wait for the world to begin,
Don’t look at the things to be right.
Do it now tomorrow will be too late.
Make every moment worthwhile,
And hide every trace of sadness,
Let make friends around you,
The love you have before they go;
Express it now.
Tomorrow will be too late.
BLESSED ME AS A BLACK
Black has subjected me,
To brutal strokes of destiny.
Nevertheless, I will not blame the man
Who blessed me as a blind?
Because, my happiness is so bright
Although, days passes with night.
Can see no beauty on this;
Beauteous earth or I cannot;
Watch the bloom of flowers 
But, I can feel the silken;
Beauty of its full bloom.
I may not see the beauty;
Of sliver moon or twinkling
Star in the darkness
But, I can feel their existence
In the reflection of calm and rest.
Perhaps, black is precious gift of god
That blessed me, that means,
It is better than the brightest gem
I am proud to be in black.
BE PROUD TO BE YOURSELF
Be proud to be yourself,
Be proud of the way god made you,
Express yourself that, you are the best,
And don’t be ashamed to be you,
No one can do it better than you,
Appreciate the good things in yourself;
And be thankful for the time you have with yourself.
Be proud to be yourself,
Walk in your own style; and
Don’t act to others opinion; realize
That they would have opinion on you anyway,
Believe in yourself and your values,
Don’t sellout when things go wrong.
Be proud of the way god created you,
Did you know there is only one you? 
No one can do it better than you,
Do the best what you have,
And make proud one who gave birth.
Don’t fear to be alone; just love yourself,
And make a crowd around you.
Be proud what you have,
And be thankful, the way you are created.
Make sure that you are the;
One of the God’s best creations
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