Category: Ballades

A Balladic Ode to Every Mother

What makes a woman a mother?
Oh, pain and patience will I say;
She sure knows not how to other
or to keep care and warmth away.
Oh! A mother hits not the hay
when her kids are hungry or sad;
Embodies love, for kids does pray.
A mother’s selfless, with love clad.

Tackle Each Strife

You know quite well there are minds that suffer;
Those minds, it is trowed, are anxious and sad.
But why d’you judge, mock those minds at supper?
Ween I what you do is shameless and bad.
Let me tell you what transpired once, dear lad:
A few years ago, I’d willed to take my life;
for days seemed like years, those years made me mad.
Struggle hard the mantra then and tackle each strife.

What Happens After Death, Could You Find?

I do my duties diligently, all of which I come across in this very place,
What I doubly ensure is to try my best in all situations to be kind;
Oh, yeah! I also ask this question today as I only everything embrace:
If nothingness exists, what happens after death, could you find?

The Home Beatific

What you went through is known to all, also what you bear;
But God’s on our side lest you forget, won’t countenance your fall.
What I see in that house is your hardwork, patience, grit sheer.
Just know this, dear aunt, nothing tragical would ever you befall!

Remember Thy Guru

Like the Sun that shines, radiating bright light,
a guru disseminates thoughts lofty and wise.
Using his power, directness, and mystical might,
pulls you out of every single and dangerous vice.