IN THE MEADOW

In the Meadow

In the meadow, old and withered,

The grandfather of all trees.

Gone are the glory days,

Of rustling in the breeze

Gone are the days of standing,

So proud, wise, and tall.

Gone are the days of being,

The best one of them all.

Yet, come the silent night,

We find not all is lost.

His spirit still stands there,

Yet, at a heavy cost.

Every day he sees,

The suffering of his kind.

Desperate thoughts flitting,

In and out his mind.

In the meadow, old and withered,

The grandfather of all trees.

Every night he stands there waiting,

Waiting for his release.

-Shivangi Narain

11/20/08

FEAR

Leaves scattered on forest floor

rustling, rustling

Nervousness creeping up, stalking its prey

rustling, rustling

Flash of movement in brown undergrowth

rustling, rustling

Closer, closer beads of sweat start to form

I hear rustling, rustling.....

Looking around, breath deepens, pace quickens

panicking , panicking

Rattle shaking, infernal hissing

panicking, panicking

Hood raised , tongue flicking

panicking, panicking

Cobra stikes, Rattler bites

Its the end-

fading, fading........

-Shivi

TOMORROW...

Restless spirits haunt the night
I get the feeling something is not right.
I will find what that something is
and to vanquish it is eternal bliss.

I cannot sleep in my bed
I feel the pain of the dead
I remember something from the past
something that will leave a shadowy cast

Me! ...soon me wil be we
Tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow
I will have no sorrowtomorrow
I will feel no pains of the dead
Tomorrow I can sleep in my bed

For tomorrow I will be married
Tomorrow I shall share the burdens I have carried.

Tomorrow I can tell that something from the past
the something that leaves a shadowy cast
tomorrow the spirits will be calm and quiet
tomorrow I will sleep through the night

Tomorrow that something will be conquered
but till tomorrow I shall feel the pains of the dead
Till tomorrow I can' t sleep i my bed...

SHIVI
I was 10 when I wrote this one,
I thought I was writing a chartbuster song
But everyone says its like an eerie poem!!! :)
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The Poets Prophecy

Through the darkness whispers,
A friendly little voice.
A sweet enchanting song,
Above the horrid noise.

The shadows will shrink back,
Once you start the light.
And it will strongly glow,
In the dark, silent night.

I know it may be shocking,
In this time of pain.
All will necome right,
Only good shall remain.

Though it may seem hard at first,
We must keep plowing on.
Working hard day and night,
Soon evil will be gone.

-Shivi

Grace Under Fire

Mom wrote this poem yesterday.

The pigeons are all a flutter…
Blood streaks and stains the gutter.
Life is shot to a screaming standstill,
Through the smoke we glimpse the face of evil.

Terror it seems has got even bigger
It is now youth with fingers on the trigger
Humanity shudders at the brutal force
As lives are taken, without any remorse.

The cries are deafening
Yet leaves us speechless
And Mumbai weeps …
As terror hacks at its knees.

And though she explodes and burns, this is Grace under fire -
Crumbling, as Courage and valor end on the funeral pyre!
Like the Taj, though wounded, but still standing strong
The people of Mumbai shall rise ever hopeful, before long…

And the whole world watches this latest atrocity
With dumbfounded horror edged with awful familiarity.

- Preeta

Night

Day is over,
Night's begun.
Darkness follows,
The fading sun.

And it lingers,
till the send,
Of daylights whisper,
'round the bend.

Alone

Alone on the road,
Alone I shall be.
Till you come along,
To be with me.

- Shivi