One and the same

One and the same

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To the broken hearts,
And the withered souls;
To the ones unwanted,
The golds, world has thrown;
Here- a poem I send,
To soothe your ache;
May winds so serene-
Dispatch at your place.

To the wilting flowers,
And the flickered flames;
The pure hearts ignored,
And voices unheard;
Maybe words and phrases,
Aren’t much anyway;
But I hope they remind you,
We are one and the same-
Bunch of broken winged birds-
Determined to fly their way.

Image credit: word by Pictures. PS: Mental Health Friday is launching tomorrow with two stories I can’t wait to share with you. See you then 🙂

Hush Little Baby..,

Hush Little Baby..,

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Hush little baby,
I blow to the wind;
Please take my kisses,
To the little boy who weeps;
The one without a mother,
Who keep us up at night-
With cries wrenching my soulful heart,
That yearns for his embrace.

Hush little youngster,
I blow to the wind;
Please take this fragment piece of me,
And fill the void in the kid;
Incomplete but I’ll be alright,
As long as he can sleep;
And rest his gentle heart at ease,
And yearn not all night still.

Hush little darling,
I blow to the wind;
Mama is not here I know,
But I’m not far from reach;
I’ll keep on sending these kisses,
For as long as I have will;
Until I know you’re safe and sound,
The wind will be our bridge.

Hush Oh darling,
For your cries are tearing me…