On this lonely path

On a lonely path I found me
Alone I needed a companion
Looked out,none was gotten
Busy people too big to be friendly
Little dirty girl with no care
Who could have wished to be closer
When the forest is quite and still
I am already lurking somewhere to tilt
All the farming seasons I knew and endowed with customers
who will use me till the end of the season
My life was by myself
I needed a friend
The search began,the thinking grew
Not until my pen beckoned at me
It encouraged me to get a paper
The writing started,my ink kept flowing
The diary of a lonely girl
Day after day I fill in my stories
On those pages,I put my worries
On this lonely paths....
Growing took me forever
Especially when there was no lover
Alone,I grew smarter
My life was a broken glass
Many fragments to pick
Here and there with life's trick
As I grow in knowledge
I realised I already hav an edge
With what I call a diary
I am a poet to be celebrated soonest
All on this lonely path!

Law of Karma

Sore throat from trying to hold back the tears.
shaking hands that rest on her heart.
Sitting on the same chair for years.
Her loved ones so very far apart.

The clock is ticking and the weather is unfriendly.
The sun she once played in was grey and gone.
She never thought that it hurt like this to be old.
She never knew if she'd make it till dawn.

Her five children that she lovingly rared.
Where nowhere at all to be seen.
This feeling she had that none of them cared.
She was at the lowest point she'd ever been.

She wept alone in the house her children had paid for.
She witnessed the cruel thanks for all her hard work.
She ate food of a prisoner and would collapse on the floor.
Her only company in the corner,was where her shadow would lurk.

The day came when she felt an awareness.
The darkness lifted from her mind.
She was overwhelmed and almost careless.
And to sorrow she was blind.

Her soul had left her body and she felt more alive than the living.
Her hurt and pain were at an end and she was more than relieved.
She was done with all the cruelty of age and the grief that she was given.
All the injustice and neglect she most certainly received.

Now sleep and rest with God knowing all your hurt.
Smile and know that from all your pain you gained peaceful wait.
Your children weep as they see your body buried in the dirt.
But where were they when you cried out through that house wit big black gate?

But woe to them who forget their elders, and fathers and mothers.
Woe to them who ignore their every whim.
We must value them as precious jewels, like them there are no others.
Seek their prayers and pray for them for this life is much too dim.

And when you grow old and wither all your petals, be very sure to know.
That life is not complete till what goes around comes around.
And when the kids get tall and their bright eyes glow.
They too will leave you in a room,
then weep when you meet the ground.