Araba Poems

Through the Eyes of Death

Inside Araba bus, he lonely weep
   No one show him sympathy, as i peep
     Solititude ally i thought, but he uttered
        'I give you the power to grant desired'

In his hand, a list of whom to die
  And people's unanswered appeal, all tie
   I look at the wishes of those before us
    And those after us, I saw all their hearts
                
Their dark pact, and their motives 
   I checks everyone's wishes and strives
    Their genius minds, their selfish secrets
      Their inventions, what is left uncreate

Then my mind became useless 
 My friends, my enemies, are all heartless
   I join him in his lonely weeping 
    With what i saw, Death is a blessing 

No one showed sympathy toward us
  As he insisted, added or deduct, a must
   With what I saw, i granted no wishers 
     Wrote my name, to done in loneliness.