THE MAURYAN CONSCIENCE

Silently soaked in blood so cold,

He became it, they became those,

Slowly, pecked by vultures and crows;

 Letting go of their mortal hold.

His self cried: "See thy dying men, 

O Thou Mighty! What have you done?

You took her man and loving son;

Making them sad and lone women.

You fought brave till end, and lost not.

Think, but who did you make so rich?

People will say, 'He conquered land,

Walking tall over dead that rot.'

You may build empires, of which,

Nothing remains in end, but sand!"

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THE YEARNING

She was standing at the door,

Staring at the empty pathway;

Through the cracking glass she wore;

Hoping he would come this day.

Her body was tired and weak.

She couldn't carry her fragile bone.

She still made his favorite steak;

Hoping, today she wouldn't eat alone.

Every time a car passed by,

She walked to the door quick;

Hoping it would enter the high

Gates of that old wrecked brick.

And every time it did not,

She looked up, with painful dismay,

at the clock and wishfully thought,

Its not the end of day.

The pendulum went to and fro.

She saw the steak turning cold.

But her son did not show,

Like he had promised and told.

The sun was no more.

It was the end of day.

She was still at the door,

Staring at the empty pathway...

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