Poetry Blog by Mrs Sharma
On behalf of a grown up child.
To my Santa with love,
Thank you Santa for all the gifts
You gave me till today
As I have grown my wishes have changed
I seek from you desperately some wishes Devine,
Peace in the world and hope for mankind,
A love filled life with my mom and dad,
And all my friends in the world,
Grant us power and good sense,
To forgive our friends and ...
Monday 26th December 2016 2:33 am
Love is a golden chain.
Hanging around heart and brain.
It is a hue that makes your life a rainbow train,
Fills your day with colours and glorious dreams,
Enthralls your body, mind and soul,
With symphony never ever heard before,
Your brain becomes a melody
Which enlightens your soul
Dark clouds become harbingers of rain,
If love is true and selfless,
Monday 26th December 2016 2:32 am
The new born.
With the birth of a child,
A message from God has come,
That He has forgiven our sins,
With His unconditional love,
He sends us a bundle of innocence,
A bundle of purity and love
A symbol of loving families,
So keep the world, a healthy place to grow,
Keep it clean and environmentally green,
Allow moral and mental health to shine,
Give him a vision di...
Monday 26th December 2016 2:28 am
At this age, the sunset of my life,
I realised how rich I was with your blessings,
The youth, health, wealth and blessings,
That are no more with me and not useful too,
As my senses have all gone weak.
Sitting at home in a corner like a used cartridge,
I was always unhappy for one or the other thing
And never enjoyed whatever I had.
Pining for what was not still gained.
Monday 26th December 2016 2:27 am
The scent of the thoughts about you
Has merged in my heart, mind and soul.
My life is entwined around you,
Like an ivy clinging to a tree
Hanging around and gaining strength
You are my love, my reverence,
I keep your scent with me in rain and sunshine,
In stormy sorrowful night,
Always with unfathomable trust.
No more I long for anything worldly or Devine,
As true lov...
Sunday 14th August 2016 2:10 am
My Krishna was born in jail, my Christ was nailed.
My Buddha left his kingdom,
My Muhammad reminds us of Karbala.
For all this, our sinner mankind
Cannot be spared from blame and remain blind.
Every time where ever He came on earth
To save, preach and help human beings,
He suffered, lived and died in pain.
Shame on us, we are same again,
Hitler, Mussolini, Al-Qaida ...
Sunday 14th August 2016 2:09 am
The world is on the verge of destruction.
When Israel continues illegal construction,
For years, refusing to compromise with Palestine
When Boko Haram takes away more than two hundred girls,
Sells them, binds them with bombs and
When incessant wars are going on,
In Syria, Iraq, Afghanistan, Ukraine and Palestine,
Everywhere unbearable crimes,
Now is the time to follow me...
Sunday 14th August 2016 2:07 am
Yesterday, when a white man with a black heart,
Killed nine worshippers in a church,
My stupid mind mercilessly thought,
God should have made us multicolored,
White head, black hands, red body, yellow eyes, green hair.
Each and every person very hot, or, Virgin mothers should have been blessed by Gods.
To have all different colored kids,
A Russian ballerina, a Mohammed Ali, a...
Sunday 14th August 2016 2:06 am
It is poetry too when you raise your voice to support
Displaced, wounded, emigrants,
Hurt without committing any crime,
Those people of villages and country side,
Who do not know what is boundary,
They cross through mud, and water
In search of two end’s meal,
Sometimes electrocuted and shot at border line
Some are traded by clever businessmen as labourers,
In lieu of t...
Sunday 14th August 2016 2:03 am
He comes to meet me at Dawn,
Dressed in motely adorned with,
Mesmerising golden colours,
He loves not only me,
He loves all who live with me on this Earth.
Black or White, devilish or Devine,
Drenched in crime, He loves all.
He gives His golden shadow everywhere.
Sometimes He forgives a cruelest deed,
Sometimes He punishes at the very first and smallest misdeed.
Sunday 14th August 2016 2:01 am
Poetry springs in the atmosphere when a singer sings in tune,
And the instrument is played with rhythm and rhyme.
It is poetry when a child in cradle innocently smiles,
It can also be seen in love filled mother’s eyes,
Or in the eyes of a beloved,
On the first day of married life,
Poetry is in truth and truthful ways,
Poetry shudders from crime.
It is poetry when you cook ...
Saturday 30th July 2016 2:07 am