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ReeNa:
I am human too




I look to the sky
And ponder who am i
how am I defined
to what will I be confined

This body isn’t mine
I am trapped but I do not whine
Secrets are my accomplice
War wages inside of me
A battle that is sometimes unseen
Or unheard in this society

I am human too you know
So why am I highlighted
Why am I potrayed for what I am not
Unacceptable I have become…in your preset minds
Why this bias…I am a person too

Blood runs in my veins
Tears flow from my eyes
I just want to live my life
Is that too much to ask
If you could only see
I am just like you
Human in everyway.

ReeNa:
The Parched Land






Mother earth mourns and cries
Yet you her children despise her counsel and rebuke
You have become like a prodigal son
Forgetting the one who nourished you

Who can match the wrath of nature
Unleashed to awaken the selfish generation
Sun has creeded judgement on you
Water has refused to flow on you

Tears of farmers flow like streams
Yet she does  not yield  and refuse to be consoled
She has embraced dust as her companion
Consuming skeletons of life in to her belly

She has become a barren woman
Her womb has been shut
Parched and cracked has become her robe
What remains are mirages of hope

Once adorned now she is scorned
Her only possession are portraits of a season long forgotten
Laying barren and forsaken she whispers in the hot dry wind
The story of her unrepentant children.

MysteRy:

ReeNa:



Little ones are a gift from heaven
They are to be cherished and nourished
No mule or calf is made to work until the appointed time   
Yet the children of the great human race are exploited

Why should a child be the provider?
Why should he be made accountable?
Why should he be subjected to the rod?
Why should he be used to fulfill the greed of society?

Who has killed the twinkle in the child's eyes
Who has made his tiny hands coarse?
Who has put his lamp under the bushel?
Who has made his birthright just a dream?

Is it the harsh whip of poverty?
Is it the intense greed of the powerful?
Is it the bliss of ignorance?
Is it the society that has been swallowed by indifference?

When will this cruel cycle end?
When will the twinkle in his eyes be restored?
When will the fear in his heart be far removed?
When will his confidence be regained?
When will he be a child again?

Rise up and hear his plea
Underpaid and Underfed
Unseen and Unheard
His case is made in the open market place

Enough is enough
Do not abduct him from his childhood
Do not put a stumbling block in the course of his destiny
Redeem him from this falsehood
Come and defend the future of the nation.
Say no to child labour.

ReeNa:



Facebook, Twitter, Youtube, Skype
Are faithfull companion you spend hours with
Gazing the virtual world littered with photobombers
You like and dislike and add comments too

Mama used to say walk with your heads held up high
But In the train side walks malls and even at homes
You walk with heads bowed down
Bowed down to social media
Texting and messaging instead of talking

On facebook you just stare at the wall
Viewing friend request wondering if you know them at all
Next you tweet what you bought at the mall
Youtube the next collection of fall
And maybe skype with Kamal and Jamal

Distance is no match for these machines
It holds minds captive in its unending web
Hypnotizing all who patronize
Enslaving them in the virtual world
Gaining followers and likes is what that matters most

Meaning hides behind the print on the screen
Feeling and Expression are replaced by smileys
Thoughts and intentions are all coated
Post after post, your every move is posted
Do you have a clue who has noted?

From the world we resign
To make way for the Internet to reign
Privacy is lost…. what will be the cost
Social networking has no mercy
Thoughts exposed, consequences forgotten

Words are the ultimate weapon
The phanthom awaits ..wounding the unseen
Scrambling to keep your statues updated
Don’t forget your life is being outdated.

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