A Step to Help

I.
Far away to a distant land,
She had run away from home,
With past behind and present unknown,
In search of future, she had went along…
…along the tides, the sun and shade,
…with years to come, with days to live!

A journey of haste, she took in rage,
Traveling to reign, the world she owned,
Yet her strength crumbled in tears,
When the world she knew, was none, no more.

In despair she cried, and for food she traveled,
Short of money…but she knew no job,
Thence on a street, she cried in pain,
Asking alms to strangers unknown,
Who merrily traveled, ate good and sweet,
Wore cloths oh! New! She wished to steal!
Yet her pain, they failed to know…

II.
Then once when I walked, in joy, I saw,
A poor lady, begging for alms,
Hundreds had passed, never giving a coin,
For a rupee one gave,
Could have eased her pain…
Selfish they were and humanity was lost…

But I, a student, could not just pass by,
For a help in need, is a help indeed,
Thus I gave some rupee coin,
Offered some food, and she smiled to thank,
I felt blessed, merry the sun, shined bright!

Loneliness

The years of solitude, Oh! Eternally new,
With none to be with, save the shadow you own,
What you hear, is what you get,
A throbbing pain in a weary heart,
Loneliness reigns, we cry too harsh!

Oh sorrow! That gentle sorrow, oh no!
It smoothly creeps deep down your soul,
Crumbling your happiness, you’ve stored in joy,
Darkening your pain, you’ve tried to let go…
Loneliness reigns, you cry too harsh!

Motions jaywalk, heart beats fast in pain,
With mind to a distant land, eyes, distract itself to a horizon far,
Far away, we ere an escape,
Wish to retreat, yet pain stands in our way,
For loneliness reigns, we cry too harsh!

“Stop! Oh! Please!”
“Please stop!” I scream,
Hear my pain, for it haunts me down,
A throbbing pain in a weary heart,
Loneliness reigns, I cry too harsh!