Life and ME! I am nothing, Nothing am I. What do I do? Live or die? Life is wonderful, As some of us say. But for all the others, It is nothing today. I can't help but wonder, If I ever deserved to be. A healthy human with six senses, With parents such as thee. So I thank god everyday, For placing me in this place. Because I am happy with what I have, Including my religion and race. The ROSE of Love! Some say love is a river, That drowns the tender reed. Some say love is a razor, That leaves your soul to bleed. Some say love is a hunger, An endless aching need. I say love is a beautiful rose, And it needs a soul, the seed. It's a heart afraid of breaking, That never learns to dance. It the dream, afraid of waking, That never takes the chance. It's the one who won't be taken, Who cannot seem to give. And the soul afraid of dying, That never learns to live. So, when the night has been too lonely, And the road has been too long. And you think that love is only, For the lucky and the strong. Just remember in the winter, Far beneath the bitter snows. Lies the seed, that with sun's love, In the spring, becomes the rose. PARENTS! Parents are those whom you love so much, And they loved you ever since, their first touch. They were the ones who gave birth to you, They watched you grow and cared for you too. They're always there to console you when you cry, And they taught you strictly, never to lie. Because they want to come up well in life, So you can be as happy as ever, without any strife. So always respect what they say, And help them both, in every possible way! MOON! Oh moon, Oh moon, Why aren't you there at noon. Your circular shape so beautiful in the dark, So clear and perfect, it looks like a white mark. You shine so well, in the night, Lokking so white, and so very white. And because you are known, worldwide, You carry your light, sheen and pride. And while you're gone in the day, I think to myself. 'Oh world's dearest moon,' Do come back to us soon. Ranjani Raghavan (Nitya) July 2002 BACK to the Main Page