Thursday, September 17, 2009

A CRY FOR HUMANITY


As the GOOD triumphs over the EVIL, lets pray that our HUMANITY successfully combats the demon called POVERTY . . . .
A CRY FOR HUMANITY
Copyright © SHRAVANI MUKHERJEE 


Hello are you listening?
This isn’t a poem nor a song to sing
This is a cry, an earnest one
So just listen and let know everyone

That all children who love fairytales,
Don’t live one themselves
Because in their impoverished life –
They are trying to meet ends

That all children who are born
Don’t have the good care and proper hygiene
They are the ones called the homeless
Deprived of basic amenities and environment clean

That all children in their childhood
Are not playing with bright colors and toys
Their innocence is crushed
They are unaware of life’s simple joys

That all children growing up
Are not educated enough to spell their own names
They never had the time and resource
Enslaved and burdened they live their life of shame

That all these children who live the hard life
Each of them has a dream in their tired eyes
Battling hunger, thirst and for shelter to survive
Victims of poverty, illiteracy and ofcourse time

Wondering how lucky and privileged I am
All my grumblings for stuff and my loss –
What was that for?
Does that really matter?
When I know what these kids never got!

The least we can do is practice humanity
And join hands to fight the demon called poverty.

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

THOSE THAT MATTER ... AND DON’T


THOSE THAT MATTER ... AND DON’T
Copyright © SHRAVANI MUKHERJEE

FAMILY
There are those who are next to God for me
The three wonderful people I call my family
Includes my parents and li’l brother deary
Without them I wouldn’t have been living this life possibly

FRIENDS
There are those who have been and still are here
The greatest gift to me, my friends all dear
With whom my joys and secrets I share
And in times of distress I know they are near

ABOMINATES
There are those from core of my heart I hate
Although they are numbered few
I believe meeting them was part of my fate
And I forgive them but forget I will never


STRANGERS
And there are those who mean nothing to me
They are the strangers my fellow beings
Some just voyeurs for reasons I will never find
And some good Samaritans boon to mankind

SPECIAL
There is someone somewhere very special
Only for me he is there for sure in real
Waiting for the time when we will meet
And he will sweep me off my feet!!