War

War

What is war?

Destruction of a disaster day

Which is not delight at all.

A human spends a lot of time for creation,

Then, with a wrong decision put them an end!

Worse than a Titan fight,

He demolishes everything, leaves only the mess, madness and no heart,

Brotherhood, joy, and pleasure are gone,

Occupation, deception, and departure come.

On a top of a hill, he waits for Godot for reparations,

Yet, just cries are heard by far,

Sun rises from the west,

His salvation seems to be near.

Gazing at the suns’ flame

Thinking himself the reason for all useless life grains,

Still waiting for Godot slipping from the hill,

Overwhelmed by how his arm’s scare will heal.

It was called war on terror,

For him, though, war brings nothing expects despair!

Looking around he finds the only corpse no living spirit,

Waiting for Godot, it seems the war is over!

By N.E

A Doll’s House

A Doll’s House

The world is like a dollhouse,

From the highest level to the less one,

One order and the other obey,

Or they have to obey,

If not, they are doomed to live

In the dark, gloomy, fearful place.

Of course, there is always some,

Some who don’t care about

Their fortune, house, family, and their place,

Wanting to find their self and identity.

Who think it is lost or hidden,

From them to be always obedient.

Some protest, just to say

Ay, we exist, we have a voice,

Yet, nothing is in their shout,

And they cause the real to go out.

The first and the last group are always

In the attention of others.

Though whatever happens to the middle class,

No one cares and passing them wearing a sunglass!

Then, no voice from them is heard,

And all of us doomed to be

In this devilish fate,

All but all who is alone.

A Decision

A Decision

In bed, Tonight is a Bitter Moon,

My dreams disappear very soon,

The suffering is too much I cannot moan,

Life is on the way, accepting no groan.

My sorrow is too deep, has no key,

Yet, I keep confessing to Thee,

Whenever hopelessness come to me,

A limelight looking very bright is what I see.

Who is supposed to be with you; friends?

Those let you despair at the end?

Why there is nothing to mend!

All in-universe seems to be live dead!

Thee said for each person a purpose proffer,

Reminding all race to render a tender,

Why all choose the wrong way?

The sign is in which alley?

Everybody leaves you alone,

To face with problems and to reckon,

The more you thrive hard to get,

The more you down into life’s fate.

But for me, it is hard to believe,

That makes me only choose to leave!.

Destination

Destination

For God's sake,

When world is made,

Believe in salutation's day,

Find out there will be no delay.

Your destination is in your hand,

Stand courageously to be a man.

All my fault to be forgiven,

Because of the greatness of Lord's heaven,

Now in the middle of life's way,

Being doomed and in a dark alley.

Standstill at the end,

Waiting for you is my real tend,

Represent a great light in my life,

Guide me in this way as a star.

No one knows during walking in the alley,

What they will face in a day,

Just walking, looking, passing and then leaving!

It is the same for all human beings.

The Difference is the choices,

Which makes each life a unique case,

Love is what maybe lost in this chain,

All Known it is the main.

By: N.E