The little ones, visit us every day
Wiping off the golden rays,

When the supper is served hot
and the grannies rock the cots,
the children return home
silently tiptoe the little gnomes
Its when the grandpas lit their cigars
and silence roams in parks and bazaars
the little ones hop and climb
painting skies, black and fine
they rub off the remains of the sun
and cool off, all its burns
they plaster the yellow, crescent crust
cleaning off yesterday's dust!
Next they glitter the fireflies
Perfectly golden, neat and nice
The littlest one, of them all,
itches, galls and squalls
Gifting us a desired sneeze
Sprinkling over the stars on all!
The stars twist, blink and wink
And beautiful lullabies they sing!

On the old oak tree
Sits a mother with her child
Giving her some lessons
carried from generations!
Her voice so hoarse and quiet
like the black night sky,
"Listen well dear!"
The mother sighed
"Silence is the wisest thing,
Its with you when no one else is,
silence itself is an answer,
to all those fools, who roam around!
Keep quiet, and you'll see,
the light in miracles!
The less you speak,
the more you observe,
and the more you observe,
the more wisdom you acquire,
the more you get to know, about the faces around here,
sit on this old oak tree, and observe
how faces, hide faces!'

The land is barren, the rain is gone
Not a grain, not a corn
I hold my father's hand,
tears rolling down his face,
he missed the soil, on this land
The sun we used to complain about
said a goodbye
sending us a drought
No evaporation, no rain
No one was really fain!
Now he cries and hides
How are we going to eat?
There is nothing to fill our tummies!
It seems the world has turned grey and black!

The purple sky above my head
and lavenders beneath my feet
Purple, a color of lovely sunsets,
above the lilac fields,
purple is the last one,
in a rainbow
Purple, was that only flower,
in the fields of yellow!
On the green lush trees
the purple berries hang!
Blows, the cool breeze
through the purple lands,
I watch how the sun dives
leaving the stars behind,
the stars which ring the bells
and the ivories, lilacs and lavenders
Sell their purple colors
making the lovely purple sunsets
Oh man! I'm obsessed

Fancy buttons, twisted ribbons
on gracing gowns
don't really matter!
It's the heavy heart,
and the strong soul inside
which shines!

They are ugly, they are old
There's no beauty on their face,
Yet they create memories
Laughing late in nights,
They create something to remember
When these times don't return!
There is beauty inside their heart,
Life is beautiful in midst of ugliness
When you have a friend, or a pal
A pal which ignores
the mirror, mirror on the wall!
Who does actually cares
Who's the fairest of them all!
It's not the beauty which is worthy
Its the memories made together, gold!

All those things he bared
kept quiet for days and years,
Unwanted comments, or remarks
weren't answered yet!
All those talks were
Gathered in his heart
All the stones thrown at him,
were kept in a safe,
the safe where the rocks
were turned into molten lava

and then that hate and wrath
Which was hidden deep in the heart
Erupted at last!
It was the answer of all those hate
Which were buried deep beneath
and all this hate, bornt ages ago
Caused disasters everywhere!

Next time, you pass a comment
unwanted or unfriendly
Remember, each volcano has a time
When it erupts at last!
and answer all those hate and wrath
Causing disasters everywhere! Beware