Times may look like a mess
Staying in home, maybe a stress
The locked doors might irritate you
Surely, the empty shops and streets will too
But have you ever thought
How the poor would be fraught
The ones who may not have a home
Or those who temporarily jobless roam
From education some may be away
For them the skies might be gray
Its good we are stress free
And laying on beds
We read poetry

Quarantine, a blessing it may be
When the busy ones, admire their baby
And the daughter dresses her father
With the clips and bands, making him fancy
Its a time when all laugh and glee
And observe their family's beauty
Which was wrapped in love and glory
and yet you are unhappy
Thinking its a mess only?

Oh yes! Alone it may seem
The shining bead, iced in cream
But it has many to talk
On it, the tinkerbells walk
And then they make its braid
And dress it like the bridesmaid
Although it may not be the bride
But it is yet happy and dressed, all in white😉

Sometimes I wish to ask the moon
Why always it glooms
Has it ever smiled?
Or is it too the lonely child
Depressed inside, but seemingly wild!

Rights for women

Most crucial creatures on earth
No man can dare their worth

A life without them is incomplete
Maybe worse than hell fire's heat

A figure worthy than diamonds lives in our life
Sister, daughter, mother or wife

Respect this creature in life Oh man!
Make life paradise for her, I know you can!
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Rights for children

Brawl for your rights young lives
Do it, before another friend's soul dies

You need your rights to be fulfilled
To get all the things you willed

Reject the enforcer of child labor
Even if it is marked as an unpaid favor

Fight the ones rejecting your education
Keep studying till your qualification

Report about the wicked tormentor
His punishment will be incredibly tremendous

Fray for your freedom young beauties
But also remember your duties😊

Sunrise, we boarded the train
Weather was misty, with little rain

All were happy, all were cheerful
Hoping the ride would be peaceful

At noon, when sun kissed our skins
Came a knock from a folk, tall and thin

The lofty figure, all dressed in green
Entered hastily, with a big scream

"There is fire on the train behind"
That cheat cleverly played our minds

Then a fish market was all you saw
A horrible scene, impossible to draw

After all the tempest, and the storms
Bad and glad tidings formed

"There's no fire" the news spread
Misinformation our minds fed

Nothing but a lie told
While he stole all our gold

And the journey ended sad
Horrible, devastating and bad

Soon the angels whispered my mind
Make sure first, don't be blind

Slowly, I advance towards my destination
Bravely, but lacking dedication

Often I complain about this journey
How is it even worthy?

I criticize this intolerable heat
And the coarse and bumpy street

I grumble why the stems are wearing thorns
And the rocks and stones cover the lawns

Suddenly, an angel appears
And teaches me lessons essential and dear

He says; about journeys I'm unaware
What importance in future they wear

"Journeys make you confident" he states
" how incredibly it changes fates

They make you flawless and mature
A fruitful tomorrow they insure

On personalities they perform miracles
and undo all the chain and shackles

Admire the present journeys instead
Avoiding all the hate and dread

Witness the petals, not the thorns
Be grateful, it's the sun, not the storms

Fight the failure and the wrath
Fetch the fruit in every path