The Poetry Marathon

Dusk to dawn
Life goes on.

Life is a daily battle
We must face without a rattle.

Be strong
For life is long.

A life of length
Needs courage and strength.

Life is fun
When we act like one.

Life at its best
Is a survival test.

Between the body and the soul
Life is made whole.

Life we must tailor
For both success and failure.

Not a minute must be wasted
If life is to be tasted.

Rich is the man
With a healthy life span.

Let me make it plain
Life is about ‘gain without pain’.

Wish you all the best
In life’s every quest!

I am a helpless abject soul,
Poisoned by my own karma.
I kneel down at God’s threshold
Fully aware God will surely hold.

God, I have nothing to offer you,
Except my being an aficionado.
Knowing of your popular benedictions
I ingrain strong conviction.

God, Your mercilessness is
the only ray of hope in extreme despair.
Lord, You are the supreme; with no comparison,
I pray thee; My Supreme Almighty!
Shower me a bucket brimming with- Confidence
Endeavouring spirit
Selflessness
And love for humanity

Amen!

From dusk to dawn,

The womanly chores goes on.

Cleaning, washing, ironing, cooking,

baby sitting and the list goes on.

Delegating official tasks, managing reports,

signing important documents, holding meetings,

planning futuristic goals and the corporate

responsibilities goes on.

The evening falls, family takes the stroll,

Discussions on the whole day long,

Sorting complicated issues and the

Family chit-chat goes on.

Dinner over, day ends, womanly subject

Roles accomplished, but the “Me” time

Never comes up and never goes on.

I am “I” and nobody can ever be,

But the “Me” time is stolen from now on

And will soon go on.

Now the dawn comes, meditation spreads,

Exercise does its role, beautification snaps

A goal and the “Me” time goes on.

Yes it’s me- the very “Me” and

My “Me” time is a precious regime

That will forever go on.

I am my mom’s possession,

the very dear valuable asset

as she proclaims.

She’s such a darling and

loves me to the moon and back.

She wishes to eulogise the world,

but keeps her pack of aspiration to herself,

thinking her dearie bundle of joy, her only child,

her apple of eye, her right direction,

will fall prey in the eyes of the materialistic world.

Yes! It’s me, who’s my mama’s proud possession.

With her optimistic approach, she always inspires

me to stay upright.

Every day with her positive vibes,

though from a distant town,

she nurtures in me the value of self- help and maturity.

Her straight forward tutelage,

allows me the spirit to do what I feel the most;

as I am my mama’s proud possession.