SOME MORE OBSERVATIONS SOME MORE OBSERVATIONS....

None is good or none is bad, in life at all the times;
Then who be a good man, who be bad, and Oh! this couplet rhymes.

I for one have placed my faith, in the law of three,
That threefold your acts shall return to you, good or bad they be.

When Herbert found the four-way test, a way had gone amiss;
For the five-way test just add this query: will conscience agree to this.

When reason and logic takes you places, farther from your dreams,
The only way is to try to try and try and try it seems.

When you reach a place so high, to think that All you've won,
Be humble enough to remind yourself, of that day when you were no one.

He who washes off his wrongs, in Denial River,
Shall have all but peace of mind, now today and forever.

Poverty, i give you this, is not at all a shame.
Yet what a shameful act 'tis, being ashamed of the same.

Silver spoons are naught to be, proud of for their glitter;
For then when glitter fades away, all thats left is bitter.

Ah! The poet wants to say something more this time;
But he now stops, says nothing more, he finds nothing to rhyme.  ¶ 5:34 AM 2 Comments

  SUICIDE. SUICIDE.

Alone i stood on the beach that night;
The light-house at the sea was waving its light.
Dazzlingly beautiful, dressed in moonlight,
the sea waved back in sheer delight.


Creations two of nature and one
manmade, were really having fun.
Yet, I from life attempting to run,
stood there alone in the company of none.


Far in the night, a ship sailed on;
like Hope in my life, it would soon be gone.
The ship will be gone, and so will be I,
for I had come here, to let myself die.


A bridge that leaned into the sea,
From there at a distance up north I could see.
The night had set in, the tide was high;
Time for me to go there and die.


I stood at its end, my arms widespread.
And thought of my daughter, and wife, they were dead.
I still felt their pain, my eyes now filled;
For a war between Gita and Quran had them killed.


My precious daughter, my beautiful wife,
To me they were all, my world, my life.
Someones fight and someone lay dead,
Hence this path to death I tread.


Know all ye men by these presents
That a family killed every God resents
So shouting I jumped into the sea, drowned and died.
And thus I committed Suicide.  ¶ 2:30 AM 2 Comments