Working for the poor,
Had no idea what for,
Just knew it had to be her job,
Without attracting a mob.
While others just mumbled,
She stayed humble.
Rather than being greedy,
She chose to help the needy.
Without a slightest expression of disgust
She did their service with lust
Oh! This stature who owned?
None until a saintly figure showed.
She took permission from no one,
Just followed her God.
No possessions of her own,
Just Mother Teresa's humble submission for God.
Aug 29, 2025
Aug 29, 2025 at 12:41 PM UTC
Comin' from school, all tired,
Not resting for even a while.
Freshened up with the zeal required,
Which took me a while.
Went to the playground in a child-like style.
On my way, met my furry friend—Ray.
We both share the vibe of being just so juvenile,
He accompanied me as though he wanted to play.
We ran under the open sky, with golden light passing by,
Him running for the fetchwood with all his might.
Fellows out there might think I am crazy, but why?
For me, these are the golden times that bring out the light.
Mar 8, 2025
Mar 8, 2025 at 9:04 AM UTC
Sitting by the window in vain,
Hearing the sound of pouring rain.
A sense of numbness by my side,
I thought I’m going to hide.
’Cause they treat me like a mess,
Yet to see—I’m the queen in chess.
Closed my eyes, felt darkness croon,
As though it said, "wait for spring’s bloom".
Felt the calmness inside my soul,
A hope that soon I will be whole.
A breeze ran through my soul
And gave me shivers.
With that sense of hope,
My eyes turned silver.
~Aiza
Mar 5, 2025
Mar 5, 2025 at 2:25 PM UTC