Birth of a Saint

Today is birth date of Mother Teresa. This is a small homage to her from this mere poet.

Born in India

Happy Independence Day to my friends here in India & around the world. 

Believer

He’s standing high with hand held high Every one bow to show they respect him Some lie down to their face on their bosom to show– They are believer & surrendering them to his foot. So, you’re believer from core of your heart You can also recite some mantra in low tone– To save self…

Is This How Victory Look

Dusting the statuette of peace What all you get…Peace…Triumph… Killing thousands setting towers on fire What all you achieve…Satisfaction…Victory… You all say of Quran…you all say of Prophet… What they had taught…disequality…opression… Summoning the studying soul…rigging their mind with dynamite, wire; Training their hand for painting with blood not paint What you get…developed country…minions for…

Badtameez/ Little Suleiman

Little Suleiman draw what he see–flowers, bees, sun Little Suleiman draw of an imaginary shaks also Bearded, red eye with a gun–he knows it’s AK-47 That day Little Suleiman draw what moallem asked them to draw– Daily life…your neighborhood…your family…anything… He draw…he show…the hand that used to pat him on back slapped him… Little Suleiman draw…