Poem49. To Be Free

To  Be Free

A parrot in the sky

flies this way that way

in pursuit of food

for herself for child

she goes out wander,

not thinking of hunter.

Another in the golden cage,

walks inside as in rage,

trainer has trained to talk

some easy words during walk

imported food, mineral water

gives with love, the owner dear.

Give the bird a choice of these

we know which she will choose.

Sure the first where she can be

her own master happy  free.

To be free , be ourselves

we do wish but seldom can.

Entered for Thursdays Poets’ Rally week 38

Poem48.Not Happy

 Not Happy 

I am not perfect

and I know you are not

then, why perfection you expect

from me I wonder.

Not happy on me

and my due performance

how can I work, the way in your mind?

The way of thinking different

way of doing contrast

I can only try, to do it your way.

I have tried so hard

now too on the road

but whatever I do

you are not happy.

Poem47. A Dream

A Dream

Dream a home near woods
one to live alone,
with harmony nature
true to my dear self.

no duties,bindings
no sounds,yellings
calm and peace dances
where I do wish to live.

let the wild ones come
as and when they wish
we will sure share
a bond unique of love.

Tigers,elephants,bears
monkeys,oxes deers
names of some of them
who will come home.

Will this wish come true
in this world of chaos
can I find woods where
I can live alone?

Written for Magpietales where  we write a poem or short vignette using the picture featured as our inspiration.
and Jingle's Poetry Potluck.

Poem46. Believe me

 Believe me

Believe me if I say

I dont have any aim

believe me when I say

I dont have ambition.

Tried to think hard

atleast a small goal

but no I dont have

a wish to hang on thee.

Each day sun rise

as if to wake me up

do chores expected

as from wife mother.

Come the day to end

body will get tired

but mind still wander

where all, not clear.

No better tomorrows

nothing to expect more

each day pass by

without saying bye.

Night when I lay

awake in my bed

I do pray to Thee

let this be my last.

Written for Jingle's POETRY POTLUCK - Aims, Goals, and Ambitions...

Poem.45.The Influence

                                          The Influence

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Bricks red made of mud

baked in the furnace hot

turned into strong lot ,

ready to face the weight bold.

Child soft is also shaped

 baking little everyday
shadow of days passed

make you grow by each day.

 Sure we think ,do all things

with our body mind and thoughts,

do we do the things same way

if our background not this way.

The childhood,teens and past

seem so distant dream like,

but  influence, it sure has

on each decision we do make.

Entered for the The Thursday Think Tank - #35 Shadows

Written for the Magpie tales- where we write a poem or short vignette using the picture prompt.