Giving words to every feeling

To give words to every feeling,
It is such beautiful art,
It is as if opening,the rhythm 
The throb of the heart.

You heard me as I wrote to you,
It's refreshing, relaxing you see, 
How many suffer in silence,
Is hard to imagine, you see.

Note:- In this poem, the poet feels sad for the people who cannot express their feelings we as poets are able to express our thoughts. The poet feels how difficult it is for people who cannot express their feelings

Beauty of the hour

I will hold the moment of time,
I'll tell the sun, moon, and stars,
Stop, stand still, be patient,
I need to relish the beauty of the hour.

Every moment has its own beauty,

Ralish each and every hour,

Beauty beyond compare,

Appreciate you have the power.

We are subservient of economics, a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

We are subservient of economics

a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

We are subservient of economics,

It's economics that divides us into parts,

The difference may not be visible,

They are present deep within our heart,

Though we try to conceal them to the utmost,

Though we try it with all our power,

The distance is just unbridgeable,

Its furrows are on our hearts.

Poor sighs because of disparities,

There are unfulfilled dreams in his hearts,

Which all his lifetime earnings,

Can't simply ever impart.

He weeps sighs and weeps alone,

Covering his poverty as shame,

This world of capitalist doing,

Who can the labourer blame?

Hiding his poverty the greatest sin,

He turns hollow from shore to shore and,

To cover that hollowness,

He has words and words in store.

He tries for a way out,

Yet he simply doth fail,

In front of capitalism,

No labourer prevails.

note: I wrote this poem in 1992.