Desire...

One of my very early poems which I think I would be able to write differently if I wrote it today...

In this world of a billion men

Who lust for power, money and fame.

I ventured out to discover

What man really desires;

Do we wish for love and peace as well

Or only glory, honour and plentiful wealth.

And I met a young lad in his teens

An aspiring engineer; he said he was.

Some distance further, a young lady I met;

A social worker, toiling for a noble cause.

And all whom I got acquainted with

Had lofty ideals and thoughts sacred.

And desired to be someone important in life;

And I realized the truth; the simple reason

Why we men are unhappy still.

For I saw and met all but one

One who would desire to be a good human being.

11th September...

If there is one day in this decade that changed the way we perceived life, it would be 11th, September, 2001...

Life was uncertain, but this singular incident transcended all levels of uncertainty.

How would it feel to stare at the Wright Brothers' invention darting at you at around 400 miles per hour ?

How would it feel to experience a free fall from the 100th floor of a tower ? 

I penned " 11th September, 2001 " on the next anniversary of the terror attacks that changed the dimensions of life...

A pile of dust in which lay the twin tower

Brought an end to the dominance of the Superpower .

America was no longer “ The Invincible Nation ”

For the collapse of the towers, had shaken her foundation ;

The motive behind the attack was quite unknown

As the airplanes, were into the building flown .

Laser guided missiles aren’t as accurate as them ever

As Wright’s invention was on 11th September ;

Ground Zero symbolized this monumental blunder

In which, were demolished structures that touched the blue yonder .

The Pentagon too wasn’t spared a thought

In this ghastly inhuman plot ;

A plot that tarnished an entire nation’s image

Made the citizens of the world solemnly pledge.

“ Every step would be taken so that no blood flows

Of the innocent people in such dastardly shows ; ”

But as the world still reeks of such heartless slaughters

How do we get back our gift of laughter ?