i am certain
they shall miss me
when i am gone forever
what pains me is
they never valued me alive
gone forever
Tag: people
Magic Stick of Humanity
I wish I had a Magic stick
I would spin it and say a few Magic words
The world would change into a place peaceful
With no more killings, no more torture
I would spin it again to bring a little love
To make people hold, hug each other
They would forget all the hatred and rage
In their hearts to remain, nothing but affection
I would make the stick to spin one more time
No one will be poor, no one to stay hungry
Every one be blessed with a roof on their heads
No one to sleep on the streets no more
I promise I would keep making my wishes
Even if I have to spin it a million times
Till the time, I see no one in tears
Wouldn’t stop even for a bit
Even if the task would take me years
I wish I had
the Magic stick of humanity
little language problemo
the phone ringing
a voice on the other end : “ola”
the agent : “ma’am good morning, am i speaking to “Maria Luis”
the voice on the other end : “si.. si”
the agent : “ma’am, i’m calling from the credit card company.. your bill due of $125.
the voice on the other : long pause
the agent : “ma’am, you there?”
the voice on the other end : “no e n g l a i s h”
the agent : “hello, ma’am, your bill is due”
and the line went dead
A City birthing a City
glorious city with colorful lights
glittering with gold, with best lifestyle
fancy people belong here
they all wear hats and long coats
their shoes polished shining
their language articulate
men always walk with pride
their ladies always glowing and bright
each one of them own a house big and plush
inside they sit and relax
while they sip their english tea in expensive cups
someone not so polished sweats
this someone not so polished, is the servant who does’t sleep
the one who cooks for a family of 20, for him there’s nothing to eat
he doesn’t wear shoes of any kind, nor does he speak good language
always he walks behind the master carrying his master’s luggage
his children have never seen a school, neither have they seen a playground
for they are forced to follow the footsteps of their father
they never step out of the servant’s quarter
generations to come shall follow the tradition
children of masters to remain masters
to rule the children of the servants
slowly, the glittery glorious city, birthing a city
that’s dull, full of pain
the story of Failure – the other way round
1st ever post on mySestina : Date April 6th 2016
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Yeah!! All of them talk about the stories of success. We all have heard many of them.
And what about millions of those unsuccessful ones! Have we ever tried to listen to those too. The voice of so many of us never heard or thought about. Why is it only success that matters? Why not just accept the defeat as well and share it as a story.
It may not give us fame or the spotlight but it will make many of us start believing in ourselves. It will give a lot of us a boost of experience. Being not successful makes me common and I strongly feel its not as bad as we think it is. Not everyone can be a hero or a leader. Even a leader needs people to follow him. So, am I not playing an important role by not being a hero. My voice counts too, even if I just have a story of my failures to share.
So, I may be unsuccessful, but I am still alive and dreaming!
Come join the team, if you want to share your story. Leave a comment below!
Let’s speak up! Let’s face it boldly!
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