Beware Beware . . . Where is the world heading to . . .

Beware . . . Beware . . .
where is the world heading to?
when money’s in the thrown
and love has ceased to exist

poor mothers of those days
are the only ones to preserve love
for the sportive mothers of these days
Beware . . . are already behind money

fathers being the bread-winners
has now become out-dated
mothers’ trying to capture that place
Beware . . . I don’t know where it is heading to . . .

when fathers were the money-makers
the mother is there to love the child
when mothers are also money-makers
My God . . . who’s the kid’s love-maker?

love was sown in our parent’s hearts
they still have traces of it in their heart
if we don’t sow love in our child’s heart
Beware . . . you’ll have no love in future

am not against mothers’ money-making
but where’s the love-making happening for your child?
is it all happening only at the child-care centers?
Beware . . . you’ll then have to be at an oldage-care centers

of course . . . money is needed for today’s lifestyle
but there are other things that we need to remember
there’re few things that money can’t buy
that’s the mother’s love toward her child

mothers are busy competing with fathers
and fathers are fearing about loosing their thrown
Beware . . . Beware . . . you’re loosing something more
that’s your child’s love when you’re old

Sickness Lover

Energetic was my feel,
since my childhood till that day,
when I first met a girl,
with my parents by my side.

Just a half of an hour,
was the time that I spent,
when she was no exception,
for a similar feel I had.

Cruel should these people be,
thought I about my thickest pals,
to tease us when we had to talk,
and make us feel embarrassed.

Distance kept us separated,
from seeing and talking to each other,
and the only way for us to understand
each other is through the mobile phone.

More sickening it was at times,
when I tried her number again and again,
and she failed to attend the call for some reason,
for she was away from her mobile at times.

But slowly I started to like that feel,
of waiting for her to pick up the phone,
and that’s where I started to realize,
the medicine for sickness is to love it.

Frequent trances shook me first,
made me feel there’s nothing around,
the only thoughts that ran my mind,
were those of the days when we’d be each others’.

When I thought for myself how I had changed,
I found that I had never been so strange,
it seemed to me like a sickness struck,
but I realized I’d become a Sickness Lover.