I rolled on

God separated
from his celestial abode
I was dropped to stay on earth

fell from the heaven
in the wombs of my parents
loved by them, order of God

secured was the life

under shelter of parents

they nursed every moment  

grown up the senses

could see and realised the beauty 

that our this world possesses

needed for living
everything was present
on the God's wonderful earth   

things to give shelter
plants fruits and vegetables
every thing existed

essential to live
everything on the earth
was in control of else one

I had to wander
to grab the chunk of my share
I needed for survival

kindness of people
was not sufficient that could give
whole of life's requirements

explored the powers
physical and the mental
God had given to survive

to achieve the goals
mere own strength looked not enough
took help of the prayers there

learning was giant wheel
that amused and thrilled the life
fetched the path and direction

powers of prayers
increased inherent powers
enabled to do things big

made the life roll smooth
driving followed rules of God
played vital role, soul and mind

birds and animals
made driving of life pleasant
needed love and protection

loved everyone
got love and co-operation
made symphony of life sweet

thinking victory
became stake holder of world
the role was guided by God

have created some wealth
keen for strong financial health
could not keep away the sins

whatever I earned
prepared to return it back
now to the world, have grown old

for building the way
to go back to God's abode
the remaining breaths I hold

Treasure

People treat dead things and stones, the treasure.
Many times kept locked, not giving the pleasure.
One spends millions on luxury for the comfort.
One spends thousands to clear his blocked heart.
The other lives rough life without any opulence.
His treasure is hidden in his power of tolerance.
We have got the billions of plants and creatures.
Can't be kept in boxes, the real treasure of nature.
In their traits, skill, faith, love, conduct lies, treasure.
But in terms of money, most people measure.
The greatest treasure of life is health and happiness.
That is our own creation and lies within ourselves.
Many people discover treasure in books, they hold.
My treasure are my words, travel across the world.

She is not a gymnast

She has pretty slim body; is just nine or ten.
Pushed her mother for the prey, out of den.
In her hands, she holds an iron rod wheel.
Her body is quite flexible from head to heel.
Her beautiful and smiley face, adorable by all.
Performs typical tough acts, on her own call.
Falls backward to hold ground by hands, as low.
Bends herself keeping abdomen up, like a bow.

Next, passes through the ring, her body folded.

Not afraid of injuries, despite at times jolted.  

She has amazing body control but not a gymnast.

Sent by mom with half filled tummy, half on fast.

She raises her hands, falls forward and rolls.

Does all for few pennies, unknown of life goals.

She does all these on the crowded crossings.

Usually watched by those, on vehicles passing.
When the light becomes red and vehicles stop.
With extended hands, from car to car, she hops.