I was tossing and turning
and writhing in pain
screaming and shouting
though it was all in vain
...
A rhythm was around the corner
A string of rhyme along
Fascinated me to notice a poet within me ….
...
My soul, sings the songs of joy
such as a happy bird that sings
beneath a rainbow's lovely arch
upon the open green
...
Mother
I was tossing and turning
and writhing in pain
screaming and shouting
though it was all in vain
you were born with a
sweet and gentle smile
weeping and wheezing
your nose running miles
i brought you up
as a prince of a kingdom
of peace and prosperity
of joy and freedom
but i knew not so
of what went wrong
why you have forgotten
to take your old mother along
i carried you on my shoulders
cared for you day and night
but couldn't recognize
that this wasn't alright
i sacrificed my whole life
have lost all its hue
waiting to have a last glimpse
of your wife and you.