Poem 4
I was happy, green and shiny,
Slowly turning pale and yellow.
Now I know it is the time
Me, parting my fellow.
Having watched many of them falling,
I always worried,
What if instead of falling in the ground,
I will be carried?
Carried by the wind, carried to another world.
Travelling over the atmosphere, away from the human world.
But somewhere I always knew,
Either I will be burnt, buried or grinded.
Alas these feelings kept me moving
But as I fell, I flew, flew and flew.
Found myself flowing in a river.
Relaxed a bit,
Seeing the waterfall I shiver,
This is the end I thought,
Having closed my eyes I tried, I fought,
Tried to pull myself opposite the flow,
But when you resist you have a much bigger blow.
I too can't stand the force.
Keeping myself with the flow,
I decided to complete the course.
The course called life.
Until next time
Let us all keep rowing
With the life boat flowing,
Experiencing the joy of living,
And having the satisfaction on leaving.
Poem 5
My dearest brother
You are the lamp which itself shines and makes our life brighter.
Selfless love, care, concern is your trait,
But hiding all these is your state.
My kindest brother
I love you for who you are
I don't know about your feeling
But for me you are the biggest star
Capable of lighting others and glowing yourself as well.
You are that protective armour
That gets attacked and torn
But never gives a reason to mourn.
My cutest brother
Be the way you are
Near or far,
Wherever you are,
I'll always be your best yaar.