Blissful Birthday, Lady Love

Happy Birthday

22 years back, on this day you were born,

Shining like the sun on a bright morn.

A heart so kind and a soul so pure,

for my worst exertion, you are the cure.

Day is tiring in this world full of menace,

Then comes the night when you give me quantum of solace.

As my tired body collapses on the bed at night,

You hold my hand firm and tight,

I look in your eyes, so dark and deep,

you smile and my heart skips a beat!

Your placid face gives me peace

My arm around you and I fall asleep.

I enjoy a peaceful repose

as inside my soul knows

that my lady with her heavenly smile,

will hold my hand and walk eternal miles.

No matter how hard the battle is,

With her by my side, I can fight with ease

Through my ups and downs she will stay

Hereby I wish her a  Happy Birthday.

May your smile keep glowing bright,

remember dear, your smile is my source of might.

Love you Lady....and your placid smile

May happiness always be yours

Homeless

                                                            Homeless

                  

The chill is here, the sun has set,

the homeless poor begin to fret.

I wonder if I’d survive this night,

if again my loved would meet my sight.

The whole day spent begging here and there,

in a world that little cares.

“No work for you”, is all they said,

looking with disdain at my impaired leg.

Devoid of penny, I began to beg.

Day after day I bow and bend,

for my kith, to whom my qualms are sent.

I brave the sun, the rain and the snow

with a dream in my eyes

that one day into a fine man, my kid shall grow

then in joy and mirth, I shall rise

and speak of the struggle, sitting in my paradise.

For beggars in this pitiless town,

where most look at us in contempt and frown, 

getting a penny is a fiendish task

so I beg from dawn to dusk.

A grueling day, my soul seeks rest.

Watch the birds fly back to their nest.

The nest, their home, so warm and dry,

unlike the cold streets where I lie.

The cold bitter wind rips my veins

as I lay tattered in a narrow lane.

The nature blows sans mercy,

harping upon the city’s apathy.

I close my eyes and see the kid and my wife,

the ones to whom I have dedicated my life.

They stay in a hamlet far from here,

staying so far, yet so close and near.

The warm memory even in the cold so vile,

brings on my wretched face, a wide smile.

The warmth of it makes my spirit bold,

serves as a quilt in the bitter cold.

Into the land of sleep I descend,

tomorrow again, I’d beg and send

unto my kid grows and says, “Dad, misery ends!”

                                                                                      ~Saurajit Sinha