Parents Lost In the camp, she stands alone,Parents gone, the war’s cruel cost,Tears on cheeks, her heart like stone,Innocence in shadows lost.Tattered clothes and empty eyes,Clutching hope in a broken hand,Echoes of her parents’ cries,Fade like footprints in the sand.Faces pass, but none are known,Lonely child in a sea of pain,Searching for a love once…
June 19th Chronicles In fields of toil, where dreams were small,Chains of bondage held them all.Then came the news, a joyful scream,Juneteenth dawned, a long-sought dream.From Lincoln’s pen, the truth took flight,Proclaiming freedom, day and night.Galveston heard the soldiers say,“Your chains are gone, this is your day.”Now every June, we celebrate,The end of fear, the…
The Blue Helmets Lands afar, they wear the blue,Brave souls, their hearts so true,From many nations, they unite,For peace, they stand, they fight.With olive branches, they seek calm,In war-torn lands, their steady palm,The UN’s shield, their banner high,Under its flag, they strive, they try.From New York’s hall, their mission starts,To heal the world, mend broken…
Letters Never Sent Fields where silence gently weeps,They penned their hopes, their souls to keep.Words unwritten, lost in time,Echoes of their sacrifice, sublime.Dreams of home, a warm embrace,Imagined in a distant place.Battles raged, yet hearts stayed true,To those they loved, to skies of blue.Promises made, never fulfilled,In letters where their dreams were spilled.Courage stood where…
Quiet Gratitude Fields of white stones, each a silent tale,Flags flutter softly in the mourning gale.Honor their memory, sacrifices cast,In quiet gratitude, forever vast. Meaning This short poem pays homage to those who have fallen in service, symbolized by the white stones of military cemeteries and the flags that flutter above them. It speaks to…
Crimson Compassion Beneath the flags red and white,Henry Dunant’s vision took to flight.In wars’ grim shadows, mercy grows,From battlefields, the compassion flows.Volunteers in droves, a sea of aid,Impartial hands, where hope is laid.Neutrality their shield, humanity their creed,In every act of kindness, a world freed.Blood runs thick, through donor veins,Lifelines forged in selfless gains.From health…
Quiet Grace In Kolkata’s alleys, under searing sun,She walked—a balm for those forgotten.Each step light, each touch a healing wave,In the margins, she found the souls to save.Her hands, small worlds of mercy vast,Turned humble meals into feasts to last.Eyes that saw the hurt and the unspoken need,A heart that moved with a selfless creed.She…
Echoes in the Breeze Leaves rustle—a soft chant,Sprouting hope, tiny yet grand.Each sapling, a quiet promise,Stirring tales in every land.Branches sway, voices low,Hope stirs in the April wind.New roots grip the age-old soil,In each, a future’s sketched and pinned.Green breaths fill the cooling air,A fight, silent but fierce.In the dance of each newborn leaf,A gentle…
Crimson Echoes Crimson blooms beneath the sky,Soldiers’ echoes, soft and shy.Fields of honor, rows align,Poppies stand for those who’ve shined.Tears of dew on petals fall,Bravery, the poppies recall.Each a flame that never dies,Guardians of memories, wise.In their silence, stories told,Of spirits bold, and hearts of gold.Beneath the sun, their vigil keeps,In fields of red, where…
