Friday, April 1, 2011

Pretty women

So , April is here, and along came by the season of springs,there is a lot of heat than usual in the atmosphere.Thanks to emissions,exhausts,pollution ,global warming and you know what not.I have a internship from Jun-mid July,don't know how i am going to survive.

Well India is finally again in the final of World Cup.The most awaited win is just a match away,that can serve as a perfect gift to The God of Cricket , Mr .Sachin Tendulkar.Also his hundredth century can add a yet another feather to the crown.I am keeping  my fingers crossed.You must be Bleeding Blue.!!

A whole lot of poems have come lately in whole of the mighty March.You must have enjoyed them I guess.This April , more to come , And again seriously I don't know from where these are coming to me,I just think and write whatever comes to my mind , and here they are.
Well this time thought of writing about a poor old beggar lady.So here goes,



People pass by on a busy street,
There sits a woman with nothing to eat,
With one child on his waist, another bare footed,
They are on a mission to keep themselves alive.
She begs, She cries,
She screams, She lies,
Nobody listens to her, nobody notices,
Some just ignore, some make dirty faces,
What bad has she done?
She often keeps wondering,
She hasn’t been lucky, but it’s worse than that.
How she going to survive, what about her kids,
Don’t they need education, don’t they want to be rich.
With joined hands and hollow hopes,
She asks for help,
Some don’t want to give, some don’t have change,
Some give a coin, some act all strange.
And then one fine day,
Arrives a person with an angel heart,
He changes everything before he departs.
The woman is surprised, she prays to the heavens,
The life has changed for her, all of a sudden.
We all have that angel hidden in us somewhere,
Some are not aware, Some don’t want to share.
So try to be like the angel in you,
Go out today and serve a few.

That's all for now,
Good bye !

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