Monthly Archives: January 2022

Seasons upon Love

In the wee small hours of dawn,
The sky opened up to a yawn,
The silent blow of the wind whistles
As the sun crept slowly in the meadows.

Butterflies like to flutter
Winglets with so much color,
It flips, it swing’s, it dances,
From flower to flower it stops to hover.

Water flows down along the river bed,
My hatred washed away with it,
My feelings slowly dissipate…,
Into the depths of the ocean where it ends!

I think I may love again
I’m ready to be hurt again,
Only this pain I can endure,
When summer turns to autumn
and winter ends too soon.

The snow in my heart melts into spring…
Like joy to a child with her silly grin
Lessons in life carried on till the end,
Like a love that endures time and time again.

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Sorrows of a Wee

Another day, another week, another month till finally…Another year!
Hoping all will be better, safer and virus clear.
Alas! Covid has mutated,
And leider, so is her dear.
Her life has crumbled, her heart is aching.
A child is at the clinic for grieving,
To what I call a lame attempt at dissipating.

What start is this? I ask myself
Never did I imagine it would all end up like this.
The mother is a wreck, the daughter – well, needs to be checked!
Now, a camera in the room is the only solution.
Like Big Brother, watching her every motion.

Who is to be blamed for this tragedy?
Surely not the child herself – that’s definitely a nee!!!!
The parents as one could also be to blame.
But, — really? It’s all just a shame.
The mom blames the father,
And the father just shrugs his shoulders.
Whatever it is, the child must never be left
Alone on a platter, her inner self slowly shattered!

She feels neglected.
She feels suffocated.
Perhaps sometimes, even intoxicated!
From all the toxin in and out of her abode.
The only solution for her is to float.
Fly away and never come back.
Come back to this hellhole, what she though was not.

Growing up in the belief that she was a princess.
Shedding all her guards down, now she’s feeling like s**t!
A loss of time and effort and nothing to gain.
Now, she is living in pain.
Is this a tragedy?
Or can this be destiny?
The child wallows in sorrow, what should have been glee!

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