hope

World.

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The father sat with a hand on his head,
His daughter was sixteen and still unwed.
‘What will the world say ‘, was his biggest worry,
He weeped and told the world, that he was sorry .

The world kept talking, but time marched on,
The story of the father and daughter soon forgone.

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The young widow wanted to marry her lover ,
Her angry parents disowned their own girl, forever.
‘What will the world say’ , was their big concern,
They could live in grief but not with the social scorn.

The world stopped talking one fine day,
But the daughter had left home to find her way.

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His desire to love a man brought him shame,
He was a man of repute, wealth and fame .
‘What will the world say ‘ , if they got to know ,
He hid his real face behind glamor and show.

The world changed again, ‘love’ finally got its rights ,
Yet, his life was wasted by then, living in secret frights.

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Unhappy in marriage they went on for years,
Divorce was a stigma , they suffered silent tears.
‘What will the world say’, so they shut their doors,
They lived in suffering till both their hearts tore.

The world soon laughed , broken marriages were a norm,
The couple lost their chance, in fear of an unknown storm.

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They believed in different Gods, love was like a conquest,
Without changing faith their holy union couldn’t be blessed.
‘What will the world say’ , was the only noise they could hear,
They embraced death, ending love for the Gods they feared.

The world went on killing and loving in the name of God,
Faith and religion are still fighting with an unholy sword.

                                ***
She had her love child out of wedlock ,
Her friends stood by her like a solid rock.
‘What will the world say’, still came into her life,
To raise her little girl she had to struggle and strife.

The world saw the rise of a new sun again,
A child is a blessing and cannot be a girl’s stain.

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‘What  will the world say ‘, has killed many a heart ,
The world does not matter, it’s our story from the start.
The world will not help us when we need them most,
The world is like the fear we have of an unseen ghost.
The world is but people so much like you and me,
The world is evolving and setting new thoughts free.
The world will embrace what we teach it to love,
The world will give back to us what we deserve.
Wipe away the tears, guilts, abuse from the depths of sorrow,
Hold the world’s hands and lead it into a new and better tomorrow.

Void Within

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When there is a void within,
No happy thoughts can knock.
When there is a void within,
Every smile seems to mock.
When there is a void within,
Roads neither meet nor cross.
When there is a void within,
All thoughts drown in pathos.
When there is a void within,
No garden bloom looks blushed.
When there is a void within,
Voices around are softly hushed.
When there is a void within,
Music brings melancholic tears.
When there is a void within,
Eyes brim with untold fears.
When there is a void within,
Sunshine does not touch.
When there is a void within,
Vision blurs in raindrop’s smudge.

Wake up and fill your void,
With purpose and delight,
Wake up and fill your void,
With the maker’s glorious light.

When there is a void within,
Seek another lonely soul.
When there is a void within,
To bring a smile, be your goal.
When there is a void within,
Fill it up with faith and trust.
When there is a void within,
Stand stoic against wind’s gust.
When there is a void within,
Flow like the river flows.
When there is a void within,
Grow like a tiny grass grows.
When there is a void within,
Sit with a child at play,
When there is a void within,
Splash the canvas with color’s spray.
When there is a void within,
Travel like the winds from desert to sea,
When there is a void within,
Let your soul soar high and set all chains free.

Hope of dusk

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The nights were sombre, days were grim,
Dawn was clothed like sleep’s old pimp.
The thoughts were crowded, smiles were hidden,
Laughter was scarce, perhaps forbidden.

I walked a mile to meet the dusk.

The children had forgotten to run and play,
Parents had locked them in homes to stay.
The neighbors were fearful, doors were shut,
The houses looked barren like some abandoned hut.

I walked  a mile to meet the dusk.

The friends had left, families had forgotten,
Humanity was alone waiting to be rewritten.
The sick were in pain, breathing was not easy,
Yet the air flowed freely, light and breezy.

I walked a mile to meet the dusk.

Dusk was filled with birds chirping sound,
A joyous melody of hearts homeward bound.
Dusk cradled in its arms the sun and moon,

Dusk showered the earth with a celestal boon.

I walked a mile to meet the dusk.

Dusk was waiting for me at the bend of lane,
Holding in one hand, a sun set framed.
Dusk showed me in that beautiful light,
A hope for tomorrow, burning ever so bright.

I had walked a mile to meet the dusk.