Blows On Me For Stealing Some Money
Once I stole some money from my father’s pocket
It was long since I had done that
At one point my father came to know the matter
He caught me seriously to be a thief
I became nervous but I denied
When I denied he became more furious and dangerous to me
Suddenly at the time of speaking with him
He started to beat me
Again I told him I didn’t
But he couldn’t believe me
And nothing could make him believe
His blows on me over body and head
Took me to the world of death
He beat with sandals and sticks
With what he got beside him
At one time I was going to die
Suddenly I confessed I took the money
He stopped beating and with his burning eye
He warned me if I would do such kind of work
In the next time he would teach me more
That I’ll never forget
How can I forget the torment, my father, you rained on me?
It was not because I took the money for any serious purpose
Only to buy any toys according to my choice
But my father took it to be otherwise
And taught me a lesson to be remembered from time to time
In life.
The World To Me
This is the world
The world to me strictly as it is
Where we are played as a ball
Dance on the legs
Kicked to the goal posts
Directly enters into
Sometimes it is caught by the goal keepers
Sometimes the kick is missing
We are all played by the players of the world
Everybody wants to supersede on others
We perform our duty as subservient wearing the mask over
Trodden on and suppression
suffocating as well as severe humiliation
By our upper ranks and positions
It’s an uneven area
Where we fall down to walk
It’s not dark but more than dark condition
I’d not like to stay here any longer
I am a ball, not to be played
I’d like to shift the place
and want to live
Where love and beauty play
With the objects of nature.
