The Biased Verdict

Mom and dad had a seven year old son,

As a girl child being born i was the second one,

My fate was decided on the day i had come,

For others had their voice but i had none.

My fate gave me a weird start,

With my family i had to part,

They sold me for few hundred shrilling,

Which they used to pay their billing.

In the walk of life i was isolated,

Spent my youth in search of  happiness negated,

My life was ruined and a lot more had to come,

For others had their voice but i had none.

I married a man unfortunately wrong one,

Who parted from me  in the years to come,

All i was left with was a daughter and a son,

Others still had their voice but i had none.

Squall emerged into my life as a mournful song,

 fate did to me every wrong,

My children who used to walk along,

Also left me alone for the all years long.

I asked for bucks from door to door,

As in my old age i could not work anymore,

Still i didn't complain for the torn clothes i wore,

For i had no voice to make a roar.

Now silent are the days and muted are the nights,

My fate has snatched away all my rights,

Knowing that i would grudge, God made me dumb,

Here i quit for "the biased verdict" has been done.

Story of purple and white

Among the different colours of different moods,

Two were the colours quiet and soothe,

White was simple and purple was cute,

Met each other in their early youth.

Purple was bella donna with the royal charm,

White being the lad of nature so calm,

Decided both to hold each other's arm,

Unknown of the destiny on their palm.

Over days and nights their love grew strong,

But this delight was like a seasonal song,

Irrespective of the promise to walk along,

Purple departed for all years long.

White was blamed for the reasons unrevealed,

In the heart of purple truth was concealed,

White could not hear the voice of her heart,

This became the reason for their depart.

Among the different colours of different moods,

Two colours are still quiet and soothe,

White awaits for her beloved purple so cute,

Whom he met in his early youth.

A Posthumous Letter(A letter by a soldier to his family)

If it's there,then i'm no more,
don't think i'm dead,rather i've reached my ultimate shore,
neither do gripe nor make a roar,
oh mom and paa!,thou need me but my country needs me more.

Tears are for everyone and so is fear,
fear of losing a life so much dear,
never lose hope for i'm near,
if thou are reading it,just say i've overcome my fear.

Don't be ingenous or mask your tears,
search me in contentment and wear a smile for years,
a smile so true and much more clear,
to tell me that "oh my son you have been a gallant soldier,my dear".

The only flaw that hurdles my thought,
if i had been a good son or not,
being the janitor i served the earth,

i promise to serve thou both,if i get another birth.

Black and White (A voice against the vainglorious attitude of racialists)

Two of the travellers in the malicious night,
 were out on a voyage in the vociferous plight,
one was black and the other was white,
searching for the block in the horrendous night.

 Squall became boisterous in kind,
causing them fear to meet their end,
 far away in the english street there lit a lamp,
seeing the block they hit a plan.

 Went to the block,they banged the window,
came to the door a lunatic english widow,
demanding their survival in the outrageous storm,
 requested for a night's shelter to the widow.

 She down saw their shadow and then their skin,
shadow was the same but black and white their skin,
allowed the white but refused to him,
accepting the fact black man showed a grin.

 Early in the morning when the widow was on round,
not the black voyager but his corpse was found,
seeing him dead she made a sound,
black man with the same shadow and grin laid on the ground.

A New Dawn Will Break

Dusk is drawn and squalid ambience lay,
restless pedestrians in a lifeless day,
squall is raging in its abysmal way,
yet its not the end,for a new dawn will break,

 twilight sets in and vigilance stay,
dearth of rabbi in this rabble lay,
gloominess surrounds the mob in an eerie way,
yet its not the end,for a new dawn will break,

 on this worldly stage life is a play,
a lot has to be done and a lot has to be paid,
life needs a spur to lead to another day,
this is not the end, rather a new beginning that way.