City of Class

In sorrow and joy has she been with me,
Affectionately embracing.
Numerous friends she has gifted me,
None of them less amazing.
Ever ready to care for her children,
Hundreds of thousands does she have.
City of class, city of mass.

Kicked and Crushed

He was a little boy, one foot tall.
Boys of his race were always small.
My brother and I used to kiss his head,
His blood was yellow, sometimes red.

He had five legs, short and stout.
We loved to kick him and make him shout.
His cry was annoying and sounded bad,
But still we used to kick him like mad.

His body was brittle and easy to crush,
He lived in a cold house to be always fresh.
We took off his cap and put him down.
The boy who was liked by all in the town.

He'd run off to the road and keep rolling there.
We never did help him for we didn't care.
Vehicles shot past him but he wasn't scared.
Tricks like those we never ever dared.

Happily he rolled in dust and dirt,
In the process he tore his tiny shirt.
Oh dear! The boy was fully unclad.
Seeing this, won't his parents feel bad?

Just then Andy slammed the throttle,
Killing the boy named Pet Bottle.

Immortal

Fragrance of beautiful flowers,
Rhythm of the running brook,
Invite me for a lively fiesta.
Enchantingly sweet music,
Never ceasing cool breeze,
Deviate me from my brief siesta.
So many works that need to be done,
Happily though do I avoid them.
Instead I log into Facebook to create some
Precious memories with you people.

The Ordeal

Cursing under his breath,
Sameer got up from the floor.
Thinking, "Better could be death".
An agonized look he bore.

His eyes failed him,
He stretched his hands outward.
He started to sing a hymn.
He was a god-fearing coward.

This ordeal was too much to bear.
His zest was subdued.
He thought this was just unfair.
He uttered words that were rude.

He felt highly helpless,
There was nothing he could do.
Like a bullet, swift and aimless,
He walked ahead too.

His sweating was profuse,
He felt like ripping his clothes off.
This suffering he just couldn't refuse.
His situation didn't make him laugh.

With an outstretched hand
He gripped the fridge's handle.
In the dairy items stand
He found a big candle.

His mom shouted, "Fast!"
He hurried back to the hall.
For long did the power cut last
And he couldn't watch football.

A Different Love Story

Seven years ago,
A little friend had I.
Five years younger than me,
He was an ever cheerful guy.

We played together a lot,
Both in summer and in winter.
A good athlete was he,
A truly exceptional sprinter.

Uncle had he one,
Who drove an auto for a living.
Numerous gifts to the boy
He was always giving.

Uncle loved him a lot,
The boy was his sister's son.
He used to join us in our games.
We always had good fun.

Long ago, uncle had a wife,
Who passed away in an accident.
Later he spoke to his sister
And they came to an agreement.

Uncle's two year old son,
She decided to bring up on her own.
He was now part of a new family,
To him the truth was unknown.

I saw them both often,
Uncle and nephew.
They were almost inseparable,
The days spent apart were few.

The story of uncle's life
I got to hear after they moved.
Love and care unparalleled,
Through his actions he clearly proved.

It'd indeed be painful
To be called 'uncle' by his own son.
But his sacrifice won at last;
He didn't deprive him of childhood's fun.

Will the boy ever know the truth?
In a handful of hearts it's interred.
True love forever exists,
And that's what through this I inferred.

Gleeful Gal

Knew not I, anything about you,
Even though we studied in the same school.
Entertaining us with your humourous hue
Rapidly our hearts you came to rule.
Thoughts infinite, full of wit;
Hundreds of jokes, super hit.
Interesting is the way you think, but
Pistachio 'milk' you never drink.

Little Mummy

Prince's aunt in a faraway land.
Ripped my veil of sorrow, strand by strand.
Attitude of hers, eternal youth.
Through truthful words my heart she did soothe.
Intelligent and creative to the core,
Boasts she not of what she has in store.
Happy always she manages to be.
A wonderful person who really understands me.