BEING A LONER

Being a loner, makes me stronger.
I have forgotten yesterday,
And everyday is a New Day!
I see someone, someone better,
I tend to compete for the stature.
I see someone whom I've bettered, and
The evanescent motivation is shattered.
But now it's just me.
In the shiny shelves of the library,
In the wiggling water of the sea
Under the azure sky and no passers by,
I see no one, but me.
Now to better whom I see,
I became a loner, you see.

THE MANY FACED RAIN

To children it brings joy,

When the paper boat is a toy.

To players, it brings a cry,

‘How to play, if the court isn't dry?'

To the vendor, it brings a test,

How to protect his goods at the best.

To a man in love, it brings an opportunity,

Of sharing an umbrella with his affinity.  

To the students in school, it brings hope,

Teacher's absence, they won't have to cope.

To mothers it brings concern, and they brood:

‘The clothes aren't dry and the rancidity in food’.

A rain in the Sun is like ice on the burn,

The same in winter damps the timber.

Sometimes a pray for and sometimes a pray

after,

Sometimes a boon and sometimes a disaster.