SOME DAYS

Some days
Never like other days
Behold the sun
Losing its fun
And the moon
Dazzling at noon

Some days
Never like other days
Though it's night
Brighter still is the light
Opened wide is the door of the west
But its occupant ignores the comfort of its nest

Some days
Never like other days
Yesterday was rainy
Today, sunny
'Tomorrow will be cloudy'
So says the weather lady

Some days
Never like other days
All has a morning
Leading to an evening
All has a claim
Peculiar to its name

IT'S TIME TO JOURNEY

You are fifty
She is ninety
Without the ty
The apple of you eye

On her you rode
Fed her with your load
Her innocence you tore
Matched it on that tour

Her life is miserable
Her pain immeasurable
'Open and I'll follow
It's time to journey below'

MISCARRIAGE IN MARRIAGE

Eight times seven
That is her husband's age
But she is just eleven
Is that not miscarriage in marriage?

Six plus thirteen
That is her step son's age
But she is yet to be a teen
Of both, who should still be under tutelage?

Subtract two from fifty
That is his first wife's age
But she is just a year older than half of twenty
Of the two, who worth being at that stage?