I found a poem
it was packed away
in a box in an attic is where it lay
dormant in the dark
unable to say
the words he had written
his final day

the attic has light now
he heard the switch click
come to me come to me
hurry! be quick
I've waited for years
for ions to be read
then the sound of turning pages
danced in his head

he awaited the light when he heard paper turning
and the smile of a face would have his heart burning
closer and closer as the pages were freed
then stopped at the title and did not proceed
did not proceed but the eyes he could see
through the thin journal paper the eyes he could see
and the tears ran down cheeks of a child all but 3
Daddy, he said, 'Can you read this for me?'
'Perhaps you can read it some other day
when you're old enough to know just what it might say
Off now my child, we can't be all night
lay down the book and turn off the light

and from that day forward he waited for me
the child to return
to set the words free

He was a lost star.

When he met her,
he finally found his galaxy.

Even the waves so vibrant
Could not wake the little soul
Lying on the shore, Lifeless
He has a hidden story to unroll

Who killed him, men asked the waves
Was it hunger or poverty
Some disease or the war
Tell us, who ate his alacrity

Being quiet for a moment
The ocean began speaking

You blame hunger
For the death of poor
You don't value food
Never do you care

When hunger struck
Three loaves of bread, you drew
But ate only one
And threw away two

You question poverty
You blame the wars,
never looked on yourself
So you wonder
Who brought these scars

Only if, in place of questions
You could raise hands to the needy
Hold a gentle heart
Instead of being greedy

"I'm gonna tell God everything"
the little soul said before dying
And if he does
All you humans would be suffering

Because No hunger or disease it was
But, One of the men's own quality
the thing That killed the boy
Was the absence of Humanity.

And amid
All the darkness

Her smile,
Was a constant reminder

Of the existence of joy and beauty
In his life.

Spotting the brightest star
Was his favorite game since childhood...  

Finally he could stop playing,

Her eyes were declared the winner by his heart !!

Catching teardrops
In my brand new cup
Hoping that it will stop
So here I am lifting my head up

Do you find it satisfying?
Watching innocent people dying?
Do you find it amazing?
When people dies in bombing?

The world isn't cruel
It is the people!
Life is not a battle
Don't treat it as a duel!

Here I am closing my eyes
Silently praying for those who die
Curiously asking Him why
I know He's listening up high

A wonderland we once knew
Is now a dark color hue
But He's watching you
He knows what do