Monday, November 15, 2010

The nun..

She was dressed in a white gown
A cross laid on her chest
She belongs to a Mother’s house
The Almighty’s divine nest.
Her face had a tough look,
A strident voice she had
She couldn’t match the Mother’s grace
Though, in her habit-clad.

I moved to make a place for her
Just to sit and rest,
Thanking me she took the seat
The baby, then she caressed.
Softly humming a lullaby
To make her child sleep
Bearing all the trouble alone
A mother’s promise to keep.

She was going to present a retreat
Talk on the mercy of God.
But her conducts do not concur
With the holy Lord’s.
She was sitting next to me,
My co-passenger in train.
The people in the waiting-list
Were really travelling in pain.

She belongs to the Mother’s house
Sworn by the name of Lord
To serve people with love n’ care
Till she can afford.
But it seemed I affronted her
I caused her unease
Since I offered a space to the mother
And into the seat we squeeze.

A mother with her infant child
Holding in her arms
Pleading to the ticket checker
To get a berth confirmed.
But the train was all booked,
Running short of berth,
The TTE stood helpless
Her words were of no worth.

She has vowed to care for people,
Still she asked me to..
Not to allow any one
Our seat to squeeze into.
I didn’t reply to her words
And ignored what she said
Only thought, she must have
The lord offended!

She preaches on mercy of God
It’s her retreat’s part
But I wonder what she says,
Does she realize in heart?

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Monday, November 8, 2010

When I feel blue..

When I feel a little low,
Which I don’t wanna show.
I’find ways to cheer myself
And without nyone’s help.

I pick my favorite book,
And I try to overlook
The reason bothering me
I let it go free.

If still am blue
And couldn’t find any clue
I jot-down how I feel
In my diary, and conceal.

Then I try to go to sleep
In my mind I do flip
The sweet memories of past
And it makes me smile at last.