A Divine Message

Rise to power, Oh the children of Might

Don't retreat and ignore this sight.

If you don't do it, your sisters, mothers will perish,

Don't let those hounds and brutes, to them relish!

I shall surely come when you beseech me,

I shall surely be with you to vanquish their envy

For those who're of my stature,

And I shall be with you when them you capture.

Protect My pearls, My gifts to you,

Be the real citizens, citizens who're true.

I've made them to keep life sustaining, 

But every bit of their life is paining.

They're the second creators,

But yet they're never the predators.

They possess My qualities,

And they're My entities.

You men have to protect them,

You have to protect My Valuable Gem.

If they run out of their shine,

I shall never return to My shrine.

I shall never set foot on this Earth,

I shall never again incarnate and take a birth.

You can lead your society,

And brag about your superiority.

I can bare this to an extent,

But never cross the limits, you shall yearningly repent!

How dare you molest My cherished children?

How dare you lust for My daughters' skin?

Beware! They can burn you with their anger,

And they'll not tolerate your brutality any longer!

Beware! I am their protector, they reside in Me,

And dare touch them, the consequences you'll see!

Complexity

I wonder, how they lived, the great souls,
How hard and dazzling were their goals.
I wonder what were their foundation poles,
I wonder what urged them to play such roles.

The skies gaze down to see,
What we have turned to be.
We have touched the zenith and gee,
We have clutched success' key.

I am impressed to see the intrinsic talents of the elite,
Such ingenious poets, such eloquent scripts, crisp and neat.
Such dazzling beauty, and we have achieved THE feat.
They all allure me, with talents that could fill a lavished suite.

Creative writing, Poetry reciting, all are so exciting,
I am struck with epiphanies, sometimes enlightening
I don't know what to say for the punctilious sighting
Of mine, of the great souls, their beautiful style of writing.

I am left with nothing but to allude God,
Imagining his unfathomable creation, I sometimes am awed.
Baffled and stupefied, scared but joyed, naively I nod.
I am afraid of those hidden talents, I am afraid of those facades.

Mosquitoes the Menace

Sitting in my bedroom, studying for the test,

And for the mosquitoes, have the opportunity, the best!

Lurking beneath my shadow, waiting for me to involve

In studies or head - breaking problems to solve.

When I am into it,

On my body they sneak and sit.

Their proboscis slowly piercing my skin,

On either my hand, ankle or my shin.

Clever them, they are not at all seen,

They're the cruel blood suckers, how mean!

They feed on me continuously till I am done,

And when I feel the itch, I can find none.

They all vanish into thin air, 

But I wonder, how my blood's weight they bare...

I have no objection for them to suck blood,

I have no objection to fill their stomachs with this huge flood.

I object to the fact the itching they create,

Though aware that ruthless death is their ultimate fate.

I don't know if you've observed this, 

You kill one, you get a sadistic pleasure and a cunning bliss.

But yes, we are part of their food chain,

No matter what, they cannot refrain, 

From sucking our blood their only food,

And yes, I think it's true that everything happens for good.

They need food to survive, 

And they need to suck blood for their energy to revive.

Such minute creatures, such a menace they create,

Pestered our ancestors, pester us till date.