The Importance of Patience in Pain — There’s a mother, Went into labour, Waiting for the angel to arrive, With the pain of uncertainty. On the bed, She shouted in unbearable pain, Hoping it will end, Then, she took a slow breath, Be patient despite the sharp ache. Life didn’t come too easily, Pain and suffering had to…

In response to Coffee Challenge; to Why I am a pro shoutout movement — I was in a jungle without a shelter, The trees were so selfish, Didn’t give me a single shade, Where would I go, I sat there and cried. Silently, I heard a whisper, Earlier, it was only one voice, Eventually, it became an orchestra, A symphony of sweet words, Formed a forest of love, Full of…

Not like I thought as a child. — When I was a child, I had a question, Always lingered in my mind, Who is God? Where is He? Is He sitting on a majestic chariot, Watching us all the time, And recording our karmas, In his book of Heaven and Hell? …

Every drop of her tear is full of love — A mother’s cry, For her beloved child, It’s a prayer, She registers to this Universe, For her wonderful child. She cries, Not because she is in despair, Not because she is in anger, Not because she doesn’t get what she wants. She cries, Because she wants her daughter, To be happy, To be…

Based on the 2021/22 Book Challenge in The Summit Publication — What questions would you ask if you had the chance to meet a saint or a prophet? What type of responses can you anticipate from the saint? I had never met a saint in person until I met The Prophet. …

Based on the Lifeline’s Self-Discovery Through Poetry Challenge Prompt:- 2 — Her hands were on the helm of the boat, the rudder was waiting for the instruction from his master to choose the island she wanted to go to. She is a sailor who wants to explore her life on a new island of life. Yet, she didn’t know which path…

I stay in a house but it can’t be my home. — I live in a house, Not in home, But in house, Surrounded by neighbours, Who return home, Just before the sunset, Barely see their smiles. Pavement is constructed, Where vehicles’ sounds, Can be heard by my ears, And the Doppler shift of the sound, Becomes numb to my ears now. …

The Balsa Flower Never Gave Up to Create His Offspring — The night has dawned at the jungle canopy enriched with the souls of magnificent creatures. The chillness of the vast rainforest in the Panama Canal is celebrated by insects and mammals. …