On Thee's Behold

I wish to be a babe of four or five who loves the world with a charm. I wish I could get back those days that were filled with solitude. I could have shown you him. I am here to write these lines that you want me to.

  Neither I saw thy face Nor I heard thy voice. I knew it was thee who masters this world.  I am not a poet to write on thee, and I am not a singer to sing on thee. I am not a painter to paint your face so that it is in colors of love towards the race who are thee  children

 The only thing which I can say on thee's beheld is that "Oh Lord, thank you for giving me a human life to write on thee.

Most Beautiful Man

Friends, Iam a fellow driver who uses my car to carry the people who are young and old I don't know from where they come from and where they goes to Because it is the fate that makes them tell their destination There were couples, lovers and school girls Who pass kisses to their heroes To take them to beachs, fort and theatres It was in one of those frozen nights As pain grew stronger I thought of inviting some one into my life I found all my hair has turne grey and my face ugliest in the world Before the god I Knelt for mercy Who sent me with an angel whose Beauty cannot be written in words She took me in her hand and I saw an unknown corpse lying in the church adorned with ants and bees It was of none but of mine the ugliest driver in the town