Wednesday, 4 February 2015

SOLDIERS



Let us not paint the scenes
O’let us not paint the scars
Let your canvas hear those screams
Which those ladies gain in wars

The war of native people there
Which we cannot awfully hear
Speeches long, of our city mare
That’s all long, we can wear

Thunder battles , garden brown
Soldiers brave, wearing green
Land of beauty, golden crown
People slave, destroying green

Light your weapons on those graves
Which give the shelter to our braves
Flowers which meant to live
Had nothing else but lives to give.

-Shivangi Sarabhai



Sunday, 1 February 2015

SPYING SUN





A mountain high may hide the lie
But the shining star cannot be bi
Fathom away there sits an eye
Holding up its focus high

O’ let the shadows fall behind
O’ let the sins fade away
Had not your life made you fined
They could‘ve made your emotions sway

Let the shine burn them all
For one day they will move to grave
No matter like a slave or brave
O’ let the shine burn ‘em all.


-Shivangi Sarabhai