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Tell Me O heart…

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What do I tell of this heart…
What it wants I fathom not.
All the riches, all the food, all the clothes doesn’t seem to fill in this huge void,
The more I take in the more it gets annoyed.
After all the momentary pleasures are devoured
Asking me now what? Is this it? Is this all?
Is this life all about?
Tell me O heart.. speak to me loud and clear
What do you want?
What will lift you from this dark veil that you have dawned upon yourself?
What will bring in the cheer that you once held?
What can I do to bring that childhood happiness?
What will make me live me in this moment?
Because when I am here you want to be there;
When I am there you wish you were here.
All the things that are yet to come weighs you down
All that are dead and gone hang on like cloud.
Tell me o heart? What do you want?
Let peace fill in those holes and purpose fill my soul.
O heart …my window to my soul…speak out loud and clear
So I can live my life without regret and fear.

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Don’t Quit!

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will
When the road you are trudging seems all uphill,

When the funds are low and debts are high,
and you want to smile but have to sigh

When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest if you must – but don’t you QUIT!

Life is queer with its twists and turns
As everyone of us sometimes learns,
and many a failure turns about
When he might have won had he stuck it out

Don’t give up though the phase seems slow –
You might succeed with another blow…

Success is failure turned inside out
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt –
and you can never tell how close you are.
It many be near when it seems afar;
So stick to the fight when you are hardest hit
Its when things get worse that you mustn’t QUIT!

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Hope

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I build cements wall for the houses
But my house stands with tin sheets
I mend and shine shoes
But my slippers are worn out thin
I harvest crops for the world to eat
But my kids go to bed hungry
I wash your clothes
But I am scared if I wash mine it will shred
Who do I question about my status?
If there is one with answers let me know
I am the worker bee and my life is being squeezed out of me
Cause I have been crushed and discarded by the society that uses me.
So save me and give me hope that a
better tomorrow awaits me.
For I need to carry my frail legs to work,
Believing someone is looking out for me too.

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Dreams….

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Born into poverty
Raised with abandon
In dust and dirt I found pleasures
In the trees and night skies I weaved my dreams
Dreams of being treasured and valued
Dream of living a normal life…
Of clean dresses and good schooling
Of sleep without the noise of crickets screeching
and dew drops pelting on my tin roof
That which is taken for granted I promised to treasure
Maybe in another life my heart whispers
But my mind wanders to fill my nights with dreams