Either we are not the children of God, 

a poem by R.A. Jacob

Either we are not the children of God

Or we don't believe in Christ, 

If riches is our criteria, 

Where is the love of Christ? 

Stop calling yourself Christians, 

If status is just supreme,

Christ will say, I don't know you, 

When we reach the throne of Christ.

Vain is your religion,

I am telling you for sure, 

If status is your criteria, 

Religion is vain for sure. 

We are all the children of one father, 

He sent His son to save mankind, 

If still you believe in high and low, 

You are not the followers of Christ. 

You are making them guinea pigs

You are making them guinea pigs,

Children of this batch,

Experiments on currency has already failed,

Now experimenting with this batch.

That was currency these are children,

Have some mercy now,

Don't experiment with a generation,

Every thing cannot be allowed.

Do not feel dejected my soul

 Do not feel dejected my soul 

All  are fair-weather friends 

Why do you  seek the dead

No tears to shed no tears to shed

Didn't you remember the lesson learnt 

Did you forget it so fast 

Some lessons must be learnt by heart 

The world is always the same alas

Who is bothered who cares 

All friends are fair-weather friends 

Why seek ye the dead 

Why seek the dead

I need no approval of yours

 I need no approval of yours,

Nor do I need that you may recognize,

For all my trusted creations,

Are truly from the heart of mine.

I can't trade back my thumb,

As Dronacharya required,

No, it will be too big a price,

The statue should be paid back in stone.

Anything more than this,

Would be too far fetched a price,

Stones should be paid back in stone,

The stone should be a stone's prize.

My dreams and inspirations,

Never touched the realms of earth,

Even if they descended,

They never considered me worth.

Maybe they were hewed out of stone,

Maybe they were perfectly petrified,

Stones are worthy in this world

Hearts get petrified.

In this poem, I intend to clarify that all my poems are my works that need no approval from their inspirations. As most of my inspirations have been stone to me. Though made of flesh yet to me a stone. Stones whom I loved remained stones.

Once again this child is forced

 Once again this child is forced,

To live in the world of paper and page,

I console this child for that’s the only place,

Which I can provide him at this stage.

Wait for the world may misunderstand you,

Wait for the world is not plain, 

Wait for I provide you even ground,

There can be nothing better than a page.

You can live on it,

You won’t be hurt,

No one will be hurt by you,

Nobody will call you words.

You’ll be safe I tell you,

Live and I say you’ll have no fears,

To me my heart you are very dear,

O child don’t die, live. 

If not in the world of reality,

Then live at least on this page,

For if you don’t live oh my soul,

I for sure shall fail.

Note: This poem talks about expressing ourselves, many a time world is not ready to hear us at such hard times I express myself to just the page where I give my thoughts a vent.

Worshippers of power and authority

 Worshippers of power and authority,

They are crushing me by and by,

They can only hear their master,

They cannot hear me as I cry.

Their smiles are regulated,

As the master demands,

They know how to dance,

Just as master commands.

Puppets  are crushing me down,

Crushing with all they might,

Using the sharpest weapon of sarcasm,

Sarcasm that I cannot fight.

They cut  deep with words,

They cut me deep with the tone,

Using the sharpest weapon,

That world has ever known.

They have got a decree to oppress,

From their master's hand,

I am crushed at random,

As the puppet Demands.

Every time, time after time

 Every time, time after time,

I get to the same plight,

Not a word of appreciation,

Complain and just complain I find.

Is this the land of thanklessness

Maybe it is a pit as I find,

Only fingers pointing at me,

Pointing at consequences dire.

Tired yet not defeated,

Sinking yet sunk,

Praying to Lord Almighty,

From morn to dusk.

When the line of inclusion is drawn

When the line of inclusion is drawn, 

I am often left behind, 

I cover my pain and anguish, 

So that none can find it. 

Christ when you draw the line, 

Know I am a smothering reed, 

You have promised to protect me, 

No more favour do I need. 

I feel I am left behind, 

Too far and too alone, 

Yet I will cover it perfectly, 

No none shall ever find. 

You are ready to hear my prayer, 

Let them throw arrows in dark, 

Be the keeper of my heart, 

You are the keeper of my heart. 

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Westly Shaw Well written and again simple that anyone can understand. Some poems I read and think this is way beyond me, I have no idea what the poems are about. This is not one of those. God, is the answer to all things!

 Racist

Poem By Reginold Jacob

You are so racist,

Oh my God,

All are His creation of

Why do you mock.

All are His creations,

Who are you to mock,

I'll burry this folly of yours,

So that none may mock

Do you feel secluded

Do you, feels secluded,

Sorry, by mistake, l asked,

You keep everyone at arm's length,

Don't, you feel secluded alas.

If our status separates us,

Aren't we in a prison alas,

Prison of our own authority,

Yet, secluded, till the last.

Your prison is different,

You feel you are so free,

Yet, you are in a prison,

Just bars, you can't, see.

Carpenter of Nazareth,

Washed His disciple's feet,

Do you follow that man, if so

So imitate the master, Amen.

R. A. Jacob

Every one is lonely (A Factual Poem)

So connected we are, a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

The Onslaught Has Begun

a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob

So connected we are,

To the rest of the world,

That our world seems to be very far,

Sitting next to each other,

Carrying our world in our hands,

Yet very far if you understand,

Very far if you comprehend.

Note: In this world of technological revolution, we are well connected, with the world yet we are quite far from our loved one's who live with us. Today the world of communication and technology has attacked family like never before. The onslaught has begun.

Only But The Brave Deserve The Fair, a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

Only But The Brave Deserve The Fair

a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

Only but the brave deserve the fair,

Beauty is not for those who fear,

Diamond belongs to those who dare,

Unworthy is the one who fears,

They are the ones who do not dare.

Values are just in trace , a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

Values are just in trace

a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

People with place value,

Lack of genuine friends,

Their place inspires opportunists,

You will one day understand.

People with a face value,

Are adored by one and all,

Yet they too lack true friends,

And that's all.

In the world today,

We are left with values,

Values of place and face,

Other values are just in a trace.

Note:- the poet talks of values which in reality do not value, yet you will find them as very valuable in our world today.

Reginald Ajay Jacob ©26th of May 2018

If you wish to be lost, a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

If you wish to be lost

a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

I thought you were one of us,

I thought we were one in Christ,

I thought, His blood had bridged the gap,

No there are gaps too wide.

Gaps, created by status,

Gaps, so deep, so wide,

Gaps, that none can bridge,

Gaps just, gaps I find.

If you do not look at salvation,

That flows from the Cross,

Oh, what a pity, Oh what a loss,

Cross of Christ won't save you

If you wish to be lost

Note:- This poem is for every person who considers themselves up above the rest

Who has been able to write on sand , a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

Who has been able to write on sand, 

Oh my heart just understand, 

Even if some names abide, 

Where are those people if you can find

Sand is a perfect example of life, 

No trace can ever abide, 

Write or do not write, 

Life can't ever abide. 

Enjoy the life of anonymous, 

Find joy in the eye of the poor, 

Share some peanut with them, 

They will honour and definitely care

Its my right a poem by R.A.Jacob

Its my right 

a poem by R.A.Jacob

Some people are diehard pessimist,
For God has closed their eyes,
For they look for just negative,
Just negative do they find.

Why does He do that,
For they have closed their eyes,
What they seek for,
That they really find.

If you fail to be thankful,
If you think, everything is your right,
Your positivity will fly out of window,
Just negativity will permanently abide.

God gives positivity to the thankful,
Thankless, just seek for rights,
What you seek for, from your father,
That you will definitely find.

R. A. Jacob

Concrete jungle

O nature thou art great,

I appreciate,

They say you have powers,

To captivate.

I long for thee,

I search for thee,

But bricks and concrete,

Is all that I see?

I peddle for thee,

For miles in vain,

Just city and its sprawl,

Is all that I can see?

I peddle for thee,

I peddle all the more,

And inhale pollution ,

That city has in store.

Yet I cannot know,

Yet I cannot understand,

Where are the trees,

That in past did stand.

Would I not find a tree?

For I long to see,

In this land of concrete,

Where is she?

Note:- This poem talks about reduction of number of trees in the city ie Delhi. I wrote this poem during my college days.

Which face is my true face?

Which face is my true face,

Or is it just masks,

Tell me oh my soul,

I have questions,to ask,

Is it the smile 

That's synonymous to my face

Or is it too distant

Too far from all my ways.

Am I joyous or its just a mask,

A mask, a mask, a mask ,

Why did you ask,alas!

Why did you ask,alas!

So many a time I wear it,

It blends perfectly every time,

I feel I will be exposed,

If It falls anytime.

Let me be covered,

Let me in it hide,

This mask is my face,

Let me in it abide.

Suffocation is getting suffocated in me

Suffocation is getting suffocated in me,
It's not able to find a vent,
If this happens to suffocation,
I wonder where will it land.

In my loneliness why did you venture,
You who suffocate everyone,
Today you have found a match,
The one who has you undone.

Remain as my captive from now on,
Suffocated in the corner with hands tied,
You are one of my victims,
Who ventured in this land.

Note: The poem talks about a situation where the poet is in utter grief. This poem was written when I lost my job at Prabhu Dayal Public School.