Teacher

I wonder how her children stay safe
On that delicate branch even the shaking winds cannot make them fall.
Who guides them home?
How do they find their daily bread?
Without a word, they learn to fly,
to live,
to survive—
Every rhythm of life,
Written in the wind.

Built Again
She chooses the perfect straw every time.
Oh—she lost it all.
She builds it again and again,
Without getting tired and complaint.
In the end, she makes it somehow—
Without pride, and overjoy.

Silent Strength

Animals suffer, but never give up the fight to survive.
They manage without a word—
Not expecting mercy from humans and from God.
God belongs to both big and small,
Whether one prays or not at all.
Yet on another note,
The one with a pure heart—
His prayers are needed
To descend the grace of God.

Poem

I feel nothing is in my hands.
Life takes control whenever it wants.
No matter how much effort I make,
my breath is taken away—
something is bound to happen.
I react, How did that happen?
I feel small, knowing everything has a purpose,
yet it slips away.
I guess everything is learned the hard way.

Poem

I was good inside but unaware,
life had no meaning,
The intense pain was killing,
My soul directed me to you,
You changed the way I breathe, the way I live,
Now I find joy in every little thing,
Not only I help myself but others too,
When I see their glowing eyes, I feel the purpose of my life,
It is your light that shines through me,
Thank God, dear Master, I found you.