Can('t)

They Said... "You Can't"
I Think I Can,
I Went, I Did, I Can...

"Awake" Said Someone
Stop Living For Others
Its Your Time... Enjoy

"No" That I Can't
They Said... "You Can"
I Went, I Did, I Can't...

I Can, They Can't
They Can, I Can't
That Went So On...

The Secret Of My Life

I tolerate actions that’s comes in my way
Being calm and quite…
Have no fear of losing any
No second thoughts, no strings.

I endured myself all the time
Being patient, but didn't work slowly
I accept any delay and all the hardships
No second thoughts, no strings.

I never found myself completing everything
But so far I completed my mission;
I enjoyed my life sticking to itiveness
No second thoughts, no strings.

An Unbounded Thought

I WAS NOT SLEEPING THAT NIGHT
MY HEART WAS FULL OF WOE
I CRIED FOR MY DEAR ONES
WHO WAS ALWAYS WITH ME EVERYWHERE

THE FALLING DEWS FROZENED MY THOUGHT
I WAS LIKE A SHIP WITHOUT A COMPASS
I DON'T KNOW WHERE TO GO,HOW TO GO
I STOOD LIKE A STATUE FOR A WHILE

THE PEOPLE AROUND ME SAID "THIS IS LIFE,
A JOURNEY FROM BIRTH TO DEATH ALWAYS"
BUT I REFUSED TO ACCEPT THIS TRUTH EVER
I CRIED ALOUD,THINKING... MY DEAR ONES WILL COME AGAIN.

A FROZEN THOUGHT

THIS IS NOT A POETRY TO SING WITH A TUNE

THIS IS NOT A POETRY TO MY DARLING GIRL

THIS IS NOT A POETRY TO EXPREES HAPPINESS

BUT LIFE OF TWO LITTLE SWEETIES IN MY CITY


I CAN REMEMBER THAT DAY WHEN I SAW THAT

TWO LITTLE LOVELY SWEETIES IN MY WAY

WITH THEIR HANDS FULL OF RED ROSES

ROAMING ON THE CHURCH STREET WITH SCURRY


THE PEOPLE CALL THEM BY THE NAME ‘ORPHAN'

"THEY ARE ROAMING THERE FOR THEIR BREAD"

ARE NOT EVEN COMPLAIN FOR THEIR STIPULATION

BUT THEY ARE SATISFIED WITHOUT ANY GRIEF


BUT WE CAN READ THEIR PAINFUL CONDITION,

WE CAN FEEL THEIR STOLEN CHILDHOOD'S HAPPINESS,

THEIR DREAMS, ENJOYMENTS, PLAY, FUN…….

Oh! MY LORD "AREN'T THEY EVEN ELIGIBLE FOR THESE?"

The Cry For The Truth

THE CRIES AND CALLS OF MANLY THOUGHTS

WHISPERED THE TRUTH ON A GENTLE BREEZE

FROM HERE AND THERE AND EVERYWHERE

WANDERING WITHOUT ANY SENSE OF MOOD

THE CRIES ARE NOT FOR MANLY ONES

BUT FOR GREENY LEAVES AND EARTHY PALS

THE WHEEL WILL TURN AROUND AND AROUND

WITHOUT SEEING THE TRUTH FOREVER

THE BLISS OF BIRTHAL BOON WILL END

BY SAYING A FAREWELL TO THIS GLOBE

BUT GENTLE THOUGHTS WILL REMAINS FOR YEARS

AS PALE LESS LITTLE FACE FULL OF DREAMS AND SORROWS.