TERROR TREE

From the tree that stood sturdy

Terrified, flew off a birdie

No sooner had it foreseen the danger.

Holding an axe, approached a stranger.

No second thoughts, he brutally hacked

Off fell the tree and loud it cracked.

No blood shed, though the wound severe,

Only roots now remained as an arrear.

Weapons different but goal similar,

Armed with intentions solely to devour,

A terrorist, set out, unaware of his folly

Transforming tranquility into melancholy.

Terror rose high up in the air

Scattered below lay victims' cadaver.

While blood oozed out from the wounds’ orifice

And seeped deep in through ground’s crevice.

As every life gets slaughtered,

The wounds get more and more rooted.

At once, they’ll sublimate out of freeze

When sufferings become beyond increase.

THE CRUISE OF LIFE

He’d chase the multihued butterflies

But that alone won’t suffice.

Days, deprived of all hassles,

Were spent, building muddy castles.

The river water, clear and pristine,

Reflected his face, dirty, but divine,

Carried his paper boats afar

As the aroma filled in, with the first shower.

Surfaced he mountains with supernatural zest

And poised atop as if he’d conquered Mt. Everest.

Without the slightest fear of any jeopardy,

Undaunted, he tread on life’s trajectory.

Happiness, for him, was a matter of pick

Widespread as an air-borne epidemic.

Life had never been a smooth sailing cruise

Where success came only with a scar and bruise.

Life, if looked at from a child's perspective, the way he struggles to accomplish minor tasks and discovers happiness in them, unaware of tomorrow, fearless of the present, can always be lived better.