Separated hearts to blame
Kindling the fires of passions flame
Her touch a feathery fire
Her love never to despair
In her kiss melted youth
Heart beats the truth
Held her as a morning dew
Afraid tis passion melt it too
Still waters and rumbling wave
Memories last to the grave
Arrows of cupids bow
Tears of eyes in love
Passion melted to gentle glow
Oh in thy depths poured my love
As a dream that fade in the morn
Love lost passion of heart torn

This is a work of fiction 

A little girl lost her father and her brother in a bomb blast. This poem is a tribute to such small children and relatives by acts of terror


Big bad bomb

Who did I wrong

Guns not in my purse

Yet why it's curse


Big bad bomb

A wrong doth not right a wrong

Torn laid my father lifeless

His love to me blameless


Big bad bomb

Any reason to light thee wrong

The last man in family gone

My sibling my brother to mourn


Big bad bomb

Never seen face of them wrong

My father never took their land

My brother never raised his hand


******* bomb

I cannot right this wrong

Sadness be the tune of song

Many like me mourn so long


Big bad bomb

Revenge for my loved wrong

For if I light another bomb

To innocence I do wrong


Hear my cry my brethren who harm

Set not thy heart to light a bomb

A poets heart dead
Words uttered dread
A soul walking aimless
Seeking solace blameless
Yet the dream return
As a movie rerun
Who doth he fool
Tears where a tool
Cold his heart cannot be
Yet none doth see
A lifeless beast of passion
Not committed to treason
Yet the poet killed
Worldly lustre filled
For a poets heart submit to one
His words still dead and gone
Yet rhyme will he
Till the grave to be

A cross of wood


Tis the carpenters son on a cross of wood
To slay him the soldiers in hood
tis day in calvary stood
blood of lamb shed for good

Tis the  King born in a manger
Yet to none a stranger
time he cried for water
yet to get bitter vinegar

Tis the son of Almighty in heaven
Times in the cross he cried seven
For Our  dues he made even
A Prayer for his foes to be forgiven


Tis the son of God crowned with thorn
 For our sins his flesh torn
For tis the pupose he was born
Darkness to end in a joyous morn

ten word ten thoughts



Let it go life doth throw

For thee to grow


Right or wrong do live strong

Life not forever long


Rich and poor both do die

Fortune and fame lie


Forget not time you did smile

In thy lonely mile


Heart doth beat loves first sight

Hearts defeat loves flight


Winter or summer love to remember 

Each day Christmas December 


A tear spend hand to lend

World doth not end


Today to tomorrow last not sorrow

smile none to borrow 


Babies stork bought innocent the thought

Such a heart sought 


Famine war terrorism **** ****** abuse

Maniacs murderers inhuman human