Which medicine would you prefer?
Laughter can ease you for a few minutes
Sleep; for a few hours
Death; forever
Which medicine would you prefer?
Author: Frank Solanki
Making the world a better place one poem at a time.
Why Do They Worship You?
O’ God I fail to understand
Why do they worship You?
Is it because You’re beautiful
Or is it because You’re true?
Is it because they have a fear
Set deep within their hearts
That any little misdeed and You
Might tear their world apart?
Is it because You’re a mystery
About which we barely know?
Is it because You’re divine?
An omnipotent fellow?
Is it the herd mentality
Of following the crowd?
Is everyone uncomfortable
Or afraid to stand out?
Is it because we people
Are full of ego and pride?
Do we need a higher power
To keep it all inside?
Or is it because they feel
Their fates are in Your hands?
Why do they worship You?
God, I fail to understand
What if these people found out
There’s a higher authority?
Will they stop worshipping You
And start following me?
O’ You Lousy Rat Called Fear
O’ you lousy rat called Fear
Let me make myself quite clear
The wounds from you are running deep
Tonight I plan to catch some sleep
You hide in your hole. You don’t come out
Then suddenly you start running about
You bring your other friends with you
Depression, anxiety and insomnia too
Your days are numbered I hope you know
Pack your bags for you must go
Tonight I look you in the eye
As I wave to you goodbye
You think of me as a piece of wreck
Come out now let me wring your neck
Is This The World For Me?
Mama, is this the world you left for me?
Violence as far as I can see
Sometimes I feel so helpless, weak and small
I wish I was never born at all
Ousted from the door of heaven’s shine
Betrayed by all that I held divine
Darkness and fright have come and kept me
Mama, is this the world for me?
…
Papa, is this the life you meant for me?
Freedom is seldom or never free
I don’t know what is happening when
Demons I see in guise of men
Hunting their brothers just to pretend
The glory will rein and never end
A hundred deaths and battles before me
Papa, this ain’t the world for me
God’s Will
God has written our fate
Everything goes as planned
If I’ve ever hurt you
I never meant it, my friend
I may have wronged you
Caused you a lot of pain
I may have hurt you
Now you know who to blame
Nothing is in my hands
It is all God’s will
I may have hurt you ere
I may hurt you still
Good Night, Foe
Before I go to sleep let me say my prayer
If I have you wronged I don’t really care
You never ever bothered about how I feel
I gave you a wound that will never heal
You called yourself a friend. Laughed behind my back
Secure your heart away lest I paint it black
You lied to my face. You did it pretty well
Sleep while you can. ‘Morrow I give you hell
There Will Come A Train
There will come a train
That will take me away
Take me away from here
I would have no bags with me
No luggage or companion
Just my body and soul
I will go wherever it takes me
Far away from here
Whenever that time may come
There will come a train
That travels to another world
Carrying other people like me
Hearts will be laid out
Secrets will be revealed
Gambles will be paid off
With anonymous whispers
Of anonymous thoughts
In anonymous heads
There will come a train
On tracks made of gold
On tracks that are heaven-bound
World Is Ending
World is ending, world is ending
People pack your bags
I know you don’t believe me for
You’ve heard a lot of gags
This time I am quite certain
We are nearing doom
So hide yourself in nooks and
Corners of your room
Or just come out in the open
See what I do see
Nature can be beautiful but
She can also be angry
Doomsday
How wonderful it would be
If the world was destroyed tomorrow
Humans wiped out completely
No happiness, no sorrow
Planets will keep turning
With no animals nor birds
Stars will keep burning
No compliments, no hurting words
Just mountains, dust and sand
Tell me, don’t you agree with me?
Just water, air and land
How wonderful it would be
Secret Of The Night
Once upon a time there lived a young boy
Who never knew his mother and never knew joy
Born in the fields and raised with the cows
Earned his petty wages as he worked those plows
One night as I lay next to him to sleep
His face began to glow. My heart gave a leap
He grabbed my hand and pulled me close
He whispered a song that only God would know
I really don’t remember much about that night
Except that his eyes were shining bright
Next day morn’ when I awoke
He was still singing the song of which I earlier spoke
The rest of the village took him to be mad
He frightened the children and scared their dads
So they beat him up, packed his bags and threw him away
He was no longer welcome for another day
As he left, he still hummed that song
Nobody knew just what was wrong
In my heart there lay a deep fear
His words were obscure; but language clear
For God came down and shone that light
I was the witness of the secret of that night
Frank Solanki 