In the middle of a stage,
a young kid sits.
To his little fingers' rhythm,
a symphony plays.
Born a prodigy,
Drawn to the limelight.
He is, still a kid;
But a man in a kid's shoe.
In the middle of the world,
grows up the prodigy,
Innocence tarnished,
Never by the fame!
A young man he becomes,
Still the fame his heart craves,
Fear grows in his mind,
And in the shadows he hides.
A mother keeps watching,
All the time wondering,
Why my son was granted,
A prodigy's life!
--
Jagadeesh
13/12/o7
Who left,
that banana peel,
right in my way!
Stepped on it,
Unnoticed,
I fell headlong..
Into the night,
I fell asleep,
Slipping into a dream
--
Jagadeesh
13/12/2oo7
A plank is laid,
the scene is set;
People are cheering,
something's about to happen!
Appears a lady,
in her rags,
holding a child,
and the cheering grows!
Sun, about to set,
as if closing his eyes.
And waves grow, feets high,
trying to swallow their ship!
On to the plank,
she is pushed.
A sword's tip,
leading her on.
The last breath,
the last tear; In despair,
she looks at the baby,
the sweetest thing on earth.
She plunges,
ocean, she recieves her,
as her own daughter,
and to the bottom, she's carried!
Her spirits never died,
seeking revenge, she wanders,
the seven oceans,
capsizing ships, ending lives!
In her breath,
born are tsunamis
On her command,
wakes up hurricanes.
Mankind, wicked as always,
she, powerful as ever,
lives on,
paths crossing each other.
And every time,
a lesson taught,
is a lesson forgotten,
'cause man, he can never learn!
--
Jagadeesh
12/o6/2oo7
A plank is laid,
the scene is set;
People are cheering,
something's about to happen!
Appears a lady,
in her rags,
holding a child,
and the cheering grows!
Sun, about to set,
as if closing his eyes.
And waves grow, feets high,
trying to swallow their ship!
On to the plank,
she is pushed.
A sword's tip,
leading her on.
The last breath,
the last tear; In despair,
she looks at the baby,
the sweetest thing on earth.
She plunges,
ocean, she recieves her,
as her own daughter,
and to the bottom, she's carried!
Her spirits never died,
seeking revenge, she wanders,
the seven oceans,
capsizing ships, ending lives!
In her breath,
born are tsunamis
On her command,
wakes up hurricanes.
Mankind, wicked as always,
she, powerful as ever,
lives on,
paths crossing each other.
And every time,
a lesson taught,
is a lesson forgotten,
'cause man, he can never learn!
--
Jagadeesh
12/o6/2oo7
Blindness,
physically blind!
morally blind;
some try to be blind,
keeping their eyes closed!
At times, we do all,
tend to be blind!
And one day, we all will be;
Buried six feet under!
--
Jagadeesh
o3/12/2oo7
