Homeless child

Do you see the pain in his eyes ?
Hear the mourn in his cries ?
He is drained inside,
Hopeless and helpless

Can you feel his pain ?
His burden and hunger
And that tired body
Beaten by the unstoppable rain.

It was never his choice to be homeless
It was never his choice to be in the warzone
To lose his parents and his lovely home.

His choice was to be happy,
To build his home and his family,  
To serve the country and community

Now who cares for him ?
Do you understand his tears,
His story behind the newsletters ?
He was never a homeless child.

-Prakash

Think of me too,
For the mercy, I have shown you.
For the forgiveness, I have given you.
Dear child think of me too.

In the midst of the wilderness, I was there for you.
Guiding you through dark nights in desert
I was the light that showed you the way,
I was there for you; I was the clouds on sunny days.

Wiping your tears, i heard your mourning,
Your aching heart was  full of wounds.
comforting you with my promising words
I was there for you, when everybody else rejected you.

I took your guilt away and filled you with joy
I carried your burden so your life could enjoy
I was beaten by the words of blame
Only for you, dear child think of me too.

Think of my unconditional love
And my sacrifices and remember,
Everything that I have belongs to you
Dear child, think of me too.

-Prakash

Dear Old Women

Oh Dear old women, what do you see ?
Fear of death or joy of tomorrow.
Oh dear old women, what do you feel ?
Ache in your hearts or peace in your minds?

At the edge of time,
Do you think of yourself like a sun
that is about to set ?
Or like a new morning sun that is about
To shine again ?

Your legs are tired, aren't they ?
Your body wants to rest.
But your mind wants to travel
And you heart wants to be refreshed.

Your feet want to touch the soil of the beach
Your fingers want to touch the flowing stream
Your eyes want to see the mountains
And Your nose want to smell the daffodils.

Dear old women, I hear your mourns
I see your tears and hear your heartbroken cries
Your prayers of lamentation
in the middle of every night.

Dear old women, don't give up
You're still breathing, you can endure a bit of pain.
For the reward you are going to get
May not be in earth but unerringly in heaven.

- Prakash