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World’s riches, nations wealth
accumulated by fortunate few
Rest of us could lie and linger
Rest of us could die in hunger
Rest of us could sleep on the streets
Rest of us find food as a treat
Rest of us should wake up one day
Irony is, why it is not today!

Prayer of a young soul

Money grows on trees
No one sleeps on streets
Rich redistributes
Helping communities

Consciences are clear
Sapiens have a say
Government hears

No obscene wages
Humans have dignity
No fight in cages

Hard work is paid
Life is fair
Hope lives in masses
No despair

When nature strikes hard
Lives are lost
Humanity responds
Thick and fast

Armies disbanded
Wars not around
Nature cured
Food abound

Can we live
Without screams
of poor’s pains
I pray, I dream

AB 11 December, 2013
Photography: AB December, 2013

Pope music

If I was the Pope

rekindling hope

removing barriers

motives ulterior

changing customs

tolerance in system

humanity primary

religion secondary

Infallibility myth

arrogance kith

eliminate sad soaps

If I was the Pope

Lives to change

Clergy deranged

Interfaith talk

Together all walk

Issues to address

shames redress

Rights to press

Traditions in recess

Cleaning all the mess

Putting devil in rope

If I was the Pope

 

Prayer of a young soul II

Let the meanness go away
Let sisters be dear sisters
and brothers be brothers
Let happiness rule the day
Confidence grows
Mad rush slows
Heart shows
a smile, a laughter
Money, not we are after
Just joy and play
Is here to stay
Last time I asked
End of wars, and such
At least give me, this much,
Pleaseee pleasee please 🙂

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Prayer In a chapel

May you have the health

May you have the wealth

May your best smile

Lasts Life’s journey

several million miles

May you touch stars

Twinkle, shining, near and far

Happiness always stays

All roads lead to your way

May you always be inspired

by magic of all what you see

be what you wish to be

Cure

In a dream, I saw
Garden of Eden
rivers of milk, flowers of heaven
tree of life
Soul still
Just unsatisfied
missed your presence
you who I sought
for whom I fought
battles of will
essence
piety
society
woke up all bare
sweat running through my hair
a beat then revealed
open secret of billion years
Heart is your home
Most of us wandering
True explorers are some
Don’t want garden
Don’t need heaven
Just let your presence felt
in dark blackened heart
Cure the incurable