Oh! Woe the day—
The day history stained its page red,
With the blood of an innocent Lamb,
Who bore the weight of His children’s sins.
Judas—he betrayed his Lord,
Who shared with him His body and blood,
For a bag of silver,
And that night unfurled disaster.
......
In my country where shadows loom,
Ruler cast a pall of gloom.
When Justice Call,
Students stands tall.
They sacrificed their lives,
Answering the call.
They accepted martyrdom,
To bring justice for all.
To rule a nation
......
A heart that has grown infinitely wide, over the years,
One for surprises, each day a multitude of tiny, small things,
In a life so ordinary, she was the one extraordinary,
Only mother could turn the mundane into fascination and love.
She had the kind of selfless and sacrificing love, which said-
"I would die for my child, any time, any place,"
She was the spark that ignited hope in my dark soul,
Heedless to say, she was the star of my black hole.
......
There once was a man
His skin was made of milk-white wax
Though his flesh was still made of tissue and
Blood
Now, being such a peculiar
Person
He was, understandably, shunned by
The people
So, to prove his worth
......
mashed potatoes
poached eggs
beans
and some homemade garlic sauce
but no meat for the
princess's sensitive stomach
"I'm full," she said
"No, you are not," said mother. "Eat up. Finish
......
Jab qayamat aur kismat humein milane mein lage hain,
Toh phir kyun thukrate ho aap yeh ishq?
Poore jee-jaan se chahte hain hum aapko,
Bas ek baar sun lo yeh guzarish.
Samay bhi tham gaya hai,
Aur rooh bhi fida,
Ishwar se sirf ek binti,
Na karein woh humein aapse juda.
......
In my country where shadows loom,
Ruler cast a pall of gloom.
When Justice Call,
Students stands tall.
They sacrificed their lives,
Answering the call.
They accepted martyrdom,
To bring justice for all.
To rule a nation
......
Небо чисте, сонце ясне
День здаеться бути прекрасним
Да щось коробить душу,
Мабудь це війна, що залишае сушу.
Йде Москаль на Неньку
Бодай-тобі здих!
Та наші солдатики
Відстоять свій поріг!
......
I have borne my life, a life of debris and waste,
turned dark and bitter, sour and poison-laced,
to bear and carry this one’s and that one’s hefty load;
I thought light and mirth lay at the end of such road;
I thought death and dark shunned such heavenly abode.
Soon, that ache for another’s smile shall wilt and dry;
soon, that burn and sear for another’s pain and tear
shall fade and dim with time, burn into a cold sigh.
Soon, it shall all come about; soon, I won’t be near.
So, rejoice and relish in time’s imminent plot;
......
If the rose is a beauty that refuse to be held too tight,
Then let me be the hand that bleeds against its thorns.
Weeping as I share its grace with the world.