He
Who Is In Everybody,
Looking At Us From Within,
Knowing All Good And Bad,
Giving A Voice Every Now And Then
But We Ignore Him,
As If We Are Not Aware Of Him.

We Like The World We Dwell In,
But The Man Who Is In Us
Trying To Show Us A Clear Picture
We Have Lack Of Time For Him
Then We Make No Appointment With Him.

With Her Slow Steps,
She Trots On The Track
Stick In Her Hand
She Bents With That.

Hair Is As White As Milk,
Body Has Turned As Weak As Dead Soul,
Having A Slow Stroll,
To Regain Some Power
To Relive Her Life As Before.

We Move To A Way Unknown,
Building It Step By Step
Do We Know
Where Are All We Heading For?

Beauty Is Lost In The Mind,
The Picture Of Black Hangs In,
Have We Ever Questioned Ourselves
Why We Are Here?

The history knows,
What have we contributed
To this world?
We have invited the war
Many times
And hatred at every moment,
Bringing everyone’s life
To the terrible death
And the destruction of love
From equal parts to ashes.
Two tears in world eyes
We have seen several times,
But again the organizations
We established everywhere,
Refusing to help anybody
When they are fighting
For their own rights.
We are still unable to contribute
Anything whatever we have,
We are working for ourselves,
But what about my poor friends?
Can we give what the world requires from us?

We Are Not Aware,
What Is Going To Happen
At The Next Moment,
We Are So Much Attached
With Our Belongings,
We Have Not Created Anything
So Why We Cry To Lost.

Good Moments Flow At Present,
But We Are Complaining
Don’t We Know Time Is Passing?
We Are Missing Those Moments
God Is Offering Us In Abundance.

Why Have We Closed The Eyes For Reality?
We Are Being Absorbed Fully
In This Materialistic World,
Which Has No Importance
Because We Are Not Here To Live
But To Feel A Kind Of Gift
Which God Has Stored For Us.
Today, We Don’t Wish To See The Reality,
But Tomorrow, The Same Reality
Will Make Us Realize
It’s Too Late Then,
But Better Late Than Never
At Last Before The Death
We Can At Least Hug
The Reality With Our Arms And Tears
In Our Innocent Eyes.

If You Can Dream,
Why Don’t You Dream
For A Good Family
Who Can Stay With Us
In Our Peaceful Home.

If You Can Dream,
Why Don’t You Dream
For A Sweet Song
Which Fills In Every One’s Heart
The Joy To Share With People.

Our soul is in tears,
The heart sinks down in grief
The master-mind does its work secretly,
And we have lost the label
Of being human beings.

After the death,
The soul is wandering
From door to door
To seek the rest in peace
But the soul is so impure,
How can it be freed from all bad deeds?

Four Old Ladies,
Walk Together
In Their Seventies
Making A Wonderful Group
Of Their Joy To Feel.

Creating A New Kind Of Joy,
In Which They Want To Swing,
Gossiping And Laughing
Baring Their Teeth As If
They Are Not Losing Anything
But Enjoy Every Moment Of Life.

With Her Slow Steps,
She Trots On The Track
Stick In Her Hand
She Bents With That.

Hair Is As White As Milk,
Body Has Turned As Weak As Dead Soul,
Having A Slow Stroll,
To Regain Some Power
To Relive Her Life As Before.