Luckier enough....
Many say angels live only in Heaven
and few say some can be still found in earth
used to laugh hearing it how come its true
until I found her, who had really something new
pretty smile of her's used to make me get freezed
and whenever she cross's me I could feel her pleasant breeze
the mirror in her home is said to be luckier enough
because it admires her much than anyone else
when she walks in street, can see many lips says
ahh she's really pretty cute enough
one can not only see (feel) Heaven after death
if your luckier enough, you can feel Heaven through her warm hug.....
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My real face on the mirror.............
I look at my face in the mirror
I just wonder why Iam not yet free
while most just change their real character
why I should be the same letting others laugh at me
Wake up....a voice says deep in me
asking me to fly high and rule the whole earth and sea
Wake up.....a voice says deep in me
asking me to walk like, the king of the kings
I look at my face in the mirror
I just wonder why Iam left all alone in the sea
while most of them row their life boat so faster
why am not using the will power, what GOD Has given to me
Wake up....a voice says deep in me
you can win, just set your mind relaxed and free
Wake up....a voice says deep in me
just keep going kicking all the obstacles with your knee
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Sleep song.....loo-li loo-li lai laee......
Lay down your soul
here, I sing you a lullaby
the days we lived through
will be sure a mystery
will sing you to sleep
will sing you tomorrow
till the day I hold my breathe
my song will guide you, to the world that you go....
May you sleep well
with no more pains from now
with flowers and scents
let me make you divine and new
for you, there waits a new world
filled always with fortune
may you be loved
by all those you meet....
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Sacrifice for a loaf of bread..... (...for all those who lost their life starving for food....)
My mom used to have me close and tight over her waist
and for the whole day we used to be under sun's face
I don't know why mom keep on knocking at car door's on the road
besides most of the people from inside stare at her and scold
few threw one or two small round shaped metals (coins) on the road
with a sign of relief mom grabs it without getting bored
Often she kisses me and wipes my sweat using her torn cloth
but she never care's for her sweat though she was burning hot
whenever someone grabs mom's hand with a cruel smile
I don know why she scold's them back and runs with tear filled eyes
she feeds me with a loaf of bread thinking am hungry whenever i cry
but in real I cry for her.. cos she always just drinks water and letting herself dry
At night I sleep with tears rolling down..thinking why she cares me much
for which her heart breathe says I am the only one she got this close and tight
when her fingers run on my back I can feel day by day its getting rough
her tenderness had gone cos of house works
making me stand before a broken mirror she used to say I am cute
when she hugs me I can feel she has gone too skinny and my heart goes to mute
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