A Return Gift

Was there an orphan who was thrown,
Whose parents died when their car had blown,
Put was he in melancholy by uncle of his, transcendental,
The world saw him, transformed sentimental.

Avaricious he, begged on the street,
Til a gentleman came and gave slippers to his feet.
There was he sent, by that man, to an orphanage,
Where he was seduced to pursue his dreams.

Good was he, magnanimous were his teachers,
Scrupulous were they, about his great and bright future.
Ten years from then, came out he as an surgeon and a doctor,
Earning enough to inspire and do people foster.

Boom! Sounded a bomb attack, near his home,
When a lady got admitted of serious injury,
Stayed she for a month, treated, lost her infectious syndrome,
Thanked the doctor that started to weep.

Asked the lady, "Sir, why do you weep?"
Said the doctor, "I wanted your children to have you keep,
I lost mine when I was nine, and I didn't want that for your son."
The lady said, "The angels are guarding your soul that will never run.
God bless you oh son."

— Shantanu Shubham

Regrets and Mistakes

Then I flew, and now I cry,
For a mistake, that is now making me die,
I'm trapped, as a punishment, in the dark,
I try to remember, the games I played in the park.

Red, blue, and green lines, I saw on a stack of papers,
I was hungry and I thought them wafers.
Sarcastically, they lied alone,
Out the prison, they were ready to be blown.

At an end, a beam of light struck it and me,
As if, it was from heaven, telling a way to flee.
It was glittering those papers and it caught my eye,
Despite of being my inspiration, I said it goodbye.

Now I'm out and I'm delightful,
But I'm gloomy, for the papers in the dark,  which were helpful,
The grief has made me realize my mistake,
I swear, I'll always fill the help's blank space.

— Shantanu Shubham

The Twilight

Red in the left, blue in the right,
Yes, it was the time of twilight.
The heavenly mist above the meadows was so beautiful and loud,
As if I was watching them by standing on cloud.

The sunlight, from sun, came to me,
As if it was imprisoned and has just been set free.
It struck me, its warmth had delighted my mood,
Trust me, it felt so good.

Then I saw some of the most beautiful and prettiest flowers of the Earth,
They appeared so fresh, as if they had just taken birth,
Those pink and blue blossoms appeared smiling,
And because of this I'm writing this rhyming.

I will remember and I will never forget,
I swear, whoever watches that scene, will never regret,
I stood there astonished and I was sentimental,
Until I realized that it was transcendental.

— Shantanu Shubham