POETRIOT


Poet-now

 

I am a POETRIOT my thought need peace,
Killings for religion – region without reason
My words are shouting,no fight/war please,
Save and promote the holy humanity at least

I hate watching words like bomb,dead,gun
I am a POETRIOT my thought need peace,
That peace like song of sweet cuckoo in valley
I want to see people enjoying their lives daily

Tension at borders,firing, firing and firing
Only bad sound bullets and gun can release
I am a POETRIOT my thought need peace,
That peace like echo returning from mountain

There is a noise this land is mine ..mine
There are many who don’t want humanity
There are differences, can we decrease?
I am a POETRIOT my thought need peace

DANCING FINGER


guitar-strings-hand-music

 

After classical dance of finger
A Guitar became a sweet singer
Brought music on the earth
Created a platform for song’s birth

Some unknown words born
After classical dance of finger
On those musical wires of guitar
And went through air,very far

Producing a melodious sound
Lyrics of the lyricist,crowned
After classical dance of finger
Over the wire of the Guitar

With a very soft touch of art,
In the middle of his Heart
A Guitar became a sweet singer
After classical dance of finger