Passion

Oh lord! Convince them that I have my own interests, 

To excel in doing things even life frosts,

For I stand on my own passion,

With happiness in creation.

Days followed by collision,

Nights with involuntary tension, 

Trying to hold  head high,

Yet, felt it is tough.

Downtrodden with enmity,

Thus, seeks for an almighty, 

To contain lifelong agony in place,

That subsidies the sense of annoyance.

Staring the leaves dancing,

Heart held on bouncing, 

Craving to eliminate negativities,

Geared toward series of possibilities.

To rotate the wheel of hope,

Lived with passion to cope,

Undesirable circumstances within, 

Cherishing the life I have herein.

Fling of Hope

 A twinge of envy,

For pandemic exits,

Lives turned heavy 

With no medicine persists.

Exhausted in fling of pandemic,

As though a clueless animal,

Longing to be just epidemic,

And crave situation to be swift normal.

Convinces nobody of how it’s visible,

Perplexed about how it gets into body,

Assured none of how it’s buildable,

Like chemical rays, it affects everybody. 

People’s grief seem no ending,

As no sign to achieve destination,

Everyones hope pending,

As this pandemic found no salvation. 

The Final Cry

 You are powerful creatures-humans,

Slaughterhouses coming on as plans,

Luxurious food for you, is me,

Shops me with certain fee.

One stroke of hammer is my agony,

Shedding all bloody in tears,

Never to see the same sun set 

Nor be their pet.

They couldn’t feel my pain,

For them, money is the gain,

That they have an advantage,

For I am as good as savage. 

Stop biting into me,

Have guilt to my body 

Consider series of my despair,

And be my heroes, as I fold my hands.