More…

A beggars wish a piece of Bread,

And a roof over his homeless head.

Empty hands seeking work

The working seek a little more

They want their salary to grow

At the same rate as their kids

The Poor want some,

The Rich want more.

A king wants more than ever before

Countries want Oil in desert Sands.

Wives want gold in heavy bands

But delicate upon their dainty hands

Kids, tenants, and users of phones,

industrialists and the diggers of bones

You won’t find any who don’t want more…

Even a Lion would like a louder roar.

I too wish to play a bigger role,

More love and blessings to meet my goal.

The Journey

With a loud whistle the train started,

Slowly, its haven (station), it parted.

A Journey of quest, a Journey to end in Rest.

Ready to move through odds, fight them with Swords.

I sat on a seat beside the window,

And saw the distant mountains moving slow,

But when I saw the Bushes near,

They hurried away like sparks of Fire.

I see the past, the scenes, the places gone by,

When I sit on the seat in front, the Future is in my Eye.

Smokes from the Engine cover the Future,

When I reach there, they are beautiful creations of Nature.

I sit now watching the Rivers, Mountains and Sky,

And great towns and beautiful villages passing by.

Indeed, life is a beautiful Journey,

Not without Ups and Downs, Days Cloudy and Sunny.