O! the Queen of the sky Up there you fly so high Away from worry, From every deep sigh. A jet leaves a trail as it flies past A staircase formed at last For me to climb up to your home To see the world, as you do, From above. Away you drift, when in …


A rose in the morning clear, Greeting you with a smile so dear. Blooming just to please you, But the thorn, mind you. So is life like a rose A beauty when you see it so Though it has troubles more You sure can reach the shore. Your life is like a treasure, With all …

Is’nt it Proud?

Isn’t it proud? To be out on the border Facing guns Smiling at Death That threatens every moment. To stand, salute Your motherland – Your home. Is’nt it proud? When there blows The breeze of freedom With no doors, chains or locks. To breathe, to feel The world belongs to you Now and ever after.

Green hopes

Some moments cannot be forgotten For all the pain they have brought Pain that will remain forever.   Life is full of tears Headed towards some unknown home we move and when we reach there We find it isnt what we were in search of and the search continues.