The Ignorant judge

How sinned must be the shredded flower,

Which with envied splendor on upturned crowns once sat,

To resolve for her the sincerity of her first love,

Even as his last petal tries to dodge her nervous hands.

Pebbles

Fresh flowers, which unasked are torn
from their buoyant cheer on green stems
For the victory pageant to tread upon.


In the game of royalty, pawns on either side
Sacrificed cheaply on the checkered board
For greater victories, their fall insignificant.


All life-death verdicts mere outcomes
from random tosses of someone's coins.
What you propose, every other force disposes.


Like a pebble by the river, shaped by the flow
Robbed of uniqueness, lost in a colossal pile.
Ah, the pain of being small in a big man's world.

Re-birth

Where no Man is forced to kill his brother
and, each kid wakes to see his Mother smile.
Where Respect is not to be fought for
and, For Love shall none be begged.
For Faith, no infant's smile be robbed,
No wrinkled skin be left cold wanting shelter,
Where every life, can stand up with dignity
In such a world, shall I be born again.
Till then, I bid Hell to have me burn.