Tag: growth

VERSE | HEAVEN CAN WAIT

On By Mahvash K. M.In Faith, poetry, serenity, verse, womenwriters, writing1 Comment 
There’s someone you see who can use your help 
Above and beyond the 2.5 percent
That has been made obligatory on you 
By forces of faith, of habit now too 
Don’t think twice because you have done 
Your duty as prescribed by the One
Go ahead, give some extra, don’t hesitate 
Don’t hesitate. Heaven can wait 

You’re going on your blessed Hajj number two
You’ve been good, devout and true 
But the farmer working in your fields 
He needs a liver transplant critically
He looks to you for a helping hand 
Should you divert funds from your pilgrimage plans?
You’re caught up in a quandary of faith 
Don’t hesitate. Heaven can wait 

The colony that you pass everyday 
The one with the shanties, a riot of grey 
It’s residents are different, they don’t share your beliefs 
But you’ve spoken to some, you’re aware of their dreams 
Should you give of your blessed prestige  
To those who believe in a separate deity?
God’s benevolence does not discriminate 
Don’t hesitate. Heaven can wait 

When you feel pulled in directions unique
That speak to your heart abundantly 
But seem to lie in realms that are 
On the twilit edges of well trodden paths 
Still your cacophonous heart, and listen 
To the flow of lifeblood in your veins 
Let it take you up the streams it creates 
Don’t hesitate. That’s where heaven waits.

VERSE | RISE

On By Mahvash K. M.In hope, kidlit, Kidsbooks, poetry, verse, writing1 Comment 
There was once a blade of grass
Shining an emerald green 
It swished it’s bright little head 
In the gently flowing breeze 

The other plants stood tall and proud 
They seemed miles away 
The little blade grew in its glade 
In the warmth of sunny days 

One day a big machine rolled in
With a mighty roar of a sound
It scooped up all the twigs and leaves
Scattered on the ground 

Then it gathered everything 
Dead branches, wilted flowers 
And slowly groaned away crushing 
Down the blade of grass

It lay upon its side a while 
The breath knocked out of it
But then quite miraculously 
It straightened up again 

It wiped away the beads of sap
That the trampler had wrung out
It took three long steadying breaths 
And then bobbed its head about 

And so it is with life sometimes 
She seems to come down hard 
That’s our cue to stop and rest 
Breathe in and move onwards