“Beauty and the Beast”

“Mom please read me this book that daddy brought,”

The mother smiled sweetly to the dear child,

“Her father was lost in the thick forest,

She found herself in a magical place,

And she was dared by a bargain to stay.

Beast was not as cold-hearted as he seemed.

And through love they lived happy together.”

There was a loud knocking on the front door,

It was the drunken father who came home.

“Daddy please don’t hurt mommy. Stop it.”

“Get back to bed you little brat,stay there!”

The child was still shaken and trembling then,

Her father becoming that night a beast.

She could not help crying for what happened.

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Nothing to Give

Without arms outstretched for alms,

His can lay there empty.

A child alights his bike,

Slips his hand into his pocket,

Then drops a coin for the beggar.

I walked past them.

I look at them hoping that something was inside my wallet.

Three of us were on that sidewalk

As the sun readily sets unminding the rest.

The Scene outside My Window

The luminous moon
against the night sky
showing elegance
amidst the darkness
towards the shimmering stars,
who lose their existence,
to the fullness
and beauty of
its borrowed light.
And I amazed
At such episode
In that chill, silent night.

Like in dreams being interpreted this piece entitled “The Scene outside My Window” is open for the interpretation as psychoanalysts look upon the work based on the writer and beyond what he/she is trying to say. In its means this entails that all the psychological aspects of both form and content are looked upon. And in this piece,I want to say how nature creates such wondrous expressions(“,).

Luck Coin

A five- centavo coin
Glistened
Among the cobble stones
He thought,
Too small
to pay the bills,
And even not enough
to buy anything.

Nobody was around
that sunny morning
except himself.

He bent down
picked it
stood straight
and slid the coin into his pocket.
Then he brushed his wrinkled suit with his hand.

In Marxism, everything is a commodity and so is a five centavo coin for a wealthy businessman.