The child grew up, then one day he flew away,
memory of siblings totally erased
and so it does reman till this very day,
of his indifference remaining unfazed,
ignoring parents on whose lap he did play.
Methinks in meadows of love he has not grazed,
so he is a cripple, living in the dark,
yet to sense the light, on soul’s ascending arc.
Categories:
reman, heart, lost love,
Form: Ottava rima
High upon the rubbles, a country shall reign
A generation to continue the lost struggles
And they shall fight, a fight to exist
And that fight shall be to rein and not be obliterated.
Palestinians for the land of Palestine.
High from the mountains, down to the valleys
Far from the river, near to the sea
A country, A promise, A race
Thousands shall perish for the dream
Millions shall live for the dream
That's the seed of the great Olive.
To live or not to leave
When shall it be, when, when, and I ask when?
When all these is over, there shall be a Palestine
Even when all is bombarded, there shall reman a race
When Zion walks away in shame of victory..
But as Zion reigns, Palestine shall never bow or crumble in a stone age
So shall it stands still as rubbles of a memory.
Categories:
reman, 11th grade, anti bullying,
Form: Free verse
GROWING UP
Siblings growing up parallel in same family
sharing joy and sorrow, sometimes on rivalry !
Yet strong tie develops since childhood.
Emotive urge sprouts growing sapling of love.
Sweet closeness runs throughout life
even after siblings be individually settled.
So nice to reminiscing childhood days
once spent together.
Keen nostalgia never to be driven away.
Siblings start life from same root.
Symphony of song of life rhythms
through different phases,
Yet siblings reman in continuous touch
on mutual dependence, love and compassion.
Sisters - Brothers!
Great words ! Grand relations !
Categories:
reman, appreciation, how i feel,
Form: Free verse