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SONGSOPTOK THE WRITERS BLOG | 9/10/2014 |




From A Tiny Seed


From an obnoxious
tiny seed
it began to
greedily feed
consuming all
of weak one's need
all the cries for help
no one heed
till its crime spread over
like weed
and all unconcerned
felt its greed
then they decry
its evil deed
yet no one left
to ride the steed
all grave things start
from tiny seed
correcting not blaming
they need
ignored and they erupt
indeed
and if with this
we all concede
humanity will then succeed


Just Another Day


Each day is just another day
observing another one's way
some are sad angry or gay
as life goes on the whole day

Rain pouring for month of May
hair changing from black to gray
play is work and work is play
as life goes on the whole day

Leaves quiver on a branch to stay
aching bodies on  beds they lay
keeping deep emotions at bay
as life goes on the whole day

Hard rocks mold earth's clay
learning what's new on e-bay
enterprising villains making hay
as life goes on the whole day

Searching for worms the blue jay
overdue standing debts to pay
rearing heads human donkeys bray
as life goes on the whole day

Sun pierced darkness with its ray
groping for profound words to say
to the Seeing One salvation pray
as life goes on the whole day

Each day is just another day
as creatures live their chosen way
some goes on sad angry or gay
as life goes on the whole day

And the earth turns for another new day ...


I Refuse to Write


I refuse to write what I cannot feel
even if my mind I need not to peel
words just come so easy at their own will
yet I refuse to write what I can't feel

have my emotions been locked with a seal
have my passions been processed by Life's mill
grinded to powdery dust by its wheel
so I refuse to write what I can't feel

have I reached plateau in climbing the hill
have I taken much more than I can deal
have I written all my heart can reveal
still I refuse to write what I can't feel

where has it gone the fire that can kill
where's the wind that no one can hold nor steal
the river that flows and would not keep still
then I refuse to write what I can't feel

anger for everything that is evil
joy for beauty and adventures that thrill
even loneliness that makes my mind reel
for I refuse to write what I can't feel

I refuse to write what I cannot feel
even from others I need not steal
words may be molded so easy like steel
but I refuse to write what I can't feel!





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