Crossroads

I write poetry in pain.

It's not now, here and then.

But when I found my mom and dad

Same, yet different and distinguished in choices.

Held a pen to paper, since almost two decades.

Writing tomorrow in pain!

Never knew what is the difference between pain and poetry to songs and sounds?

Are literature and languages lit globally?

I said yes this morning and tore a page from my last journal vision enveloped.

I don't wait for time.

Time starts when I come!!

Playing ball in poverty, a spokeswoman

Who lives with courage and determination.

Just in the green meadows igniting candles in dusk and dawn.

"A book across brook"

"And now a book across borders."

Take away the painting she said selflessly!

Close your eyes and imagine, can you live on earth without greens?

Sing Soulfully!