A SIMPLE THOUGHT

A simple thought

I always say,

Lack of communication,

Between lovers,

Hubby and wifey,

Mom and dad,

With daughter and son,

The disinterest of teachers,

Is the root cause of evil?

At all levels.

Who will curb it?

If it’s not going to be,

One of us,

And all put together,

Boys have sex,

But do not bother,

Girls alone,

Are the solitary sufferers

A game of hearts

They accuse me,

They amuse me,

They know me not,

Yet send roses to me,

They want me,

And they lure me,

They know me not,

Yet they adore me.

Here someone accuses me,

Am I playing with their hearts?

Or should I not tear them apart,

For they play with mine for a day,

Then they want to me betray.

They want to see me, yes that way,

Yet you accuse me,

Of letting them play.

Have a heart,

Have mercy on me,

Mama, mama, papa, papa,

Do you see?

How they all are playing with me?

Yes you accuse me not knowing, the truth,

I am not what you think,

I am, I am just a poetic enigma,

Knowing me is no stigma.

Some say I am glimmer of sunshine,

Some give me love to shine,

Yet you unknowingly accuse,

You I will not abuse,

As you are simple as me,

If I am a rose,

So shall one day,

You will be.