Gnarled One

Stands there a tree

With a age of hundred and three

The trunk had twists on it

Which little Sam liked a little bit

The old man branched out cardinally

With all its branch radiating unfashionately

The leaves were in a curly manner

Don’t know it was shape or genre

Every root that oldie had

Was covered with moss and pad

Consider it, its luck or fate

He had nothing to celebrate

Every being that roamed around it

Never thanked or obliged of it

He lived selflessly hi life

May be he will be rewarded in next life.        

                                                                 - Manik Sharma

Never-Ending End

There stands death of mine

Holding a sweet glass of wine

For a shake I offered my hand

But he looked at me and waved his wand

The journey if no end began

Whether leading to hell or heaven

I was uncertain to be glad or sad

But his feelings remain frozen like winter sand

We reached at the beginning of end

He left me with a feeless expression

Was this time for my crucifiction?

But the opened at that moment

I walked for knowing unknown

With no thought of my next step

Just then a figure appeared in infinity

God, I realised it was whom.

                                                   - Manik Sharma