Faith

The tattered man
Sitting under a leafless tree

Holds his bleak head high

Thinking of some hope to fall

Till the depth of the night.

Elapsing minutes weakens

His faith on heavens

That revolves with the diurnal course

Of losing life!

His conviction began melting.

And lo! a diseased dog brought

A left over half consumed refuse

Of some stomach stuff!

Sharing the food with animal deity

Restored his belief in the omniscient

Who knows every one's need!

Who knows whose

Trust needs to be restored!

Composed by ©  M K Mishra

What a bliss it was !

What a bliss it was 

To be with the sparkling frame

Of your long lone days 

When the tinted lips of sinking sun

Kept murmuring of its glorious journey

Along the azure tides of pelagic span!

What a dense delight it was 

To scan the dripping dance of blue birds

Amidst the dawn that kept hanging

Like the stained yellow linens

Just thrown on the face of the Sun!

What a mean mellow it was 

To behold a man's intent 

On seeing a lone mermaid

Who counted her unborn offsprings

And mermaid's eye beams sensing 

His long lost latent generations

On the go of his maiden voyage!

Life to its extent is but a painted story 

That keeps fading each day 

Casting crimson colours 

To the untrodden paths of the mortals.

Composed by ©  M K Mishra