Another night savoring of loneliness,
when he stumbled upon a pretty countess.
Her gleaming eyes ready to cast a spell,
as she goes round and round on a carousel.
Galloping up on the wooden horse,
wishing to get ahead of time,
She couldn’t care less about the crowd
as she took off on cloud nine.
Enchanted with her grace and beauty galore,
He didn’t realize he was a mere paviour.
Expressing his love for her will be nothing but a crime,
When a voice interrupted his thoughts,
“Get off lady, you have no dime”.
Embarrassed and disheartened,
she ran off into the woods,
That moment it struck him,
she possesses no worldly goods.
In the hope to chase her through the blur,
the only fear in his heart was of losing her.
There she was sitting alone by the pond.
One gaze, and they instantly felt the bond.
She sobbed “I’m no princess”,
but he firmly said “will you be my bride?”,
And, this is how their love story began,
on a beautiful Carousel Ride!

I render a wounded apology
for I've caused the hurt,
for I've ruined the peace
you were looking for.
Forgive me
for i am too nascent
in the handling of love.
And tell me how
a person used to so much loathe
adapts to the selfless love?
Because i too would someday learn
the art of holding you dear.
Don't leave,
Stay near.

Crown of grace on his head,
Life on his lips,
The world on his shoulders,
Love in his arms,
Hard work in his hands,
Strength in his legs,
Endurance on his feet.

Mind filled with burdens,
But a heart so kind.
Peace is his breath,
Love,his language.

Empty stomach,
Yet feeding others.
Bleeding,hurting internally.
Yet clothing others' wounds.
THE MAN.

As
         Our
               world
       continues
   to hollow,
  The Torch of
   the selfless
  we
    must
     follow