Decisions

I was there standing alone,

two paths I thought were cloned.

But for my surprise I was there stoned.

I don’t know what to do, I was in such a zone.

But I can’t accept the fact that, I was there all alone.

Passion on the left and world on the right,

Who says that my future will be bright.

Because I always took the choices light,

But one day I know I have to decide, which will make my heart alight.

I was there again all alone,

There were the same two clones,

My heart felt like it was thrown.

But my brains ability to take decision has grown.

My brain is always a saviour,

But it took me a long to realise that my journey was way past the graveyard

After a decade or so,

I realise that my brain is tired, in a row,

My heart was sank and eye full of helpless pity .

Everyday pass like the usual one,

but my work was not giving me fun,

life is like hell as if I am buried into a deep well .

Fingers crossed, I am hoping it to be a dream.

I want my heart to scream,

I want me to follow my passion,

I don’t want my heart in depression,

I don’t know if I will fly or cry  tomorrow ,

But I just want a smile of proud on myself overmorrow.

MY RIGHT

One right in democracy means a lot, that right is called the Right to vote.

[ Our note values just One, Besides a democracy has millions of Citizens.]

one can give you a powerful amount, So it’s better not to count .

You can take your own decisions, your vote has the power to create a deviation.

Your nation could be your creation, A place of your own imagination,

where streets are clean

and your motherland look like queen.

There is no poverty,

Besides it has buen replaced by honesty.

where education is quality
and people know equality.

But for all this you need to understand

That, Voting is not a choice but it is a demand.


So thinking [My vote don’t matter is a lie,

I am is worthless and I don’t value] , you have to say this thought good bye..

So come on choose the best, Above the rest.

Make your government and make your rules, going super cool.😎

A BEAUTIFUL CROW

Once upon a time there was a crow,

He was happy you all must know,

But once a question stuck his mind,

Why is his voice hated and grind.

The next morning he visits a parrot,

Sitting inside a house in front of field of carrot,

The crow asks the parrot if he was happy with his voice,

The parrot stares straight and was full of ice.

The parrot said your voice is nice,

I feel having voice which is not nice,

Will be suffice, as you could survive,

But in between the owner of the parrot arrive.

The crow was sad as he was interrupted,

But the volcano of crows curiosity was erupted,

He decided to go to an animal with fame,

There was nothing other than peacocks name.

The next day the crow went to birds monarch

he searched in woods, but found him in park,

As crow reached the king of the birds, his eyes were full of tears,

The most beautiful bird was in the cage , now ; he can see what some animals bear.