Poem to Gaza

Thousand of cries
Millions of why's
Trillion die.
There is flood
Full of blood
Everybody here sounds ready for death
GAZA-stage of death is always set.
Bombs pour in like rain
Yet no one complains about pain
Chirping of birds never they hear
Missiles have created such strong fear
Here children loose childhood
Youth loose fun
To complain there is none.
There is stravation
But no way to remove frustration
We can just pray for better and towards Allah write a pleading letter.

Confession

I now confess,
That I bring everthing into mess.
I dont do it deliberately
Nor I m always angry,
I dont know how it happens
But it does....
I m not childish ,
But to make everyone happy
I cant serve everyone's dish.
I never knew you observed me so carefully,
Or is it me who ignored your stares filled with love purpoosely?
Oh I confess
I made it a mess .
After all you still call me princess ,
Let me articulate,
I m spoilt princess!!!
I really dont know  how to adjust with just with basic neccessities.
If I m left out of luxuries,
I turn red if table is not in its place
And give a angry gaze
I seriously confess,
I know I m stubborn,
And behind me make you run.
I always want my way,
No matter if its night or day.
But it was not me who got spoiled
You did!!!
Yes, you spoiled me,
By giving me the best.
No matter even if you didn't take rest,
Why did you give best of education
In one of the best schools to me?
Why did you always let me have the best?
And now when I m spoilt
You want me to change?
Thats not possible
But for the sake of your love I shall try..
Cause for you I m ready to die!
Then why not try ?
I say try !!!
Not a promise...
Cause I confess
I m spoilt princess ....
Not normal anny or jane.