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Affluence

The dark muddy puddles on road, by rain
can’t bring, I thought, the times bygone again.
My latest home in town’s posh colony
has well buried my past travails and pain.
 
The days I whined and ran with agony;
the days I starved and craved for small money;
no more exist in memory. I laid 
a lid on that dramatic irony.
 
For great windfall I gained of late, I bade
good bye to mates, for me, who cried and prayed.
Forgot the days I drank rice-soup in grange
with friends and pools in which we splashed and played.
 
Better were days of need than these deranged,
in binge, in spite of piled fancy mélange.
My food tastes sour; and bitter my Champaign.
I got riches; from me but sleep estranged.

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Disturb Me Not

Disturb not my peace! Oh flowers!
With thy sweet scents, that haunt, daunt
Worse, thy prattle with butterflies
Lest her thoughts retrace my heart; taunt

Disturb not my sloth! Oh silly winds
With thy grating, gyrating caresses
You rind my confidence, I had
Been pretending with courage-false

Disturb not my silence! Oh senses!
With dreams, desires and promises
I spurned long ago your finesse
When she took my love; gave distress

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My Mirror Grinned

My mirror grinned at my first grey
With rearing youth, it’s my first fray
Disturbed, with care I plucked that bane
Next day to find one more, again
I cried and sighed and went astray

That’s how began my darkest day
With whitest hair and day by day
At deepening my fear and pain
My mirror grinned

With no concern at my dismay
Went on my hair, to well betray
With more and more albescent strains;
Until one day remarked Miss Jane
I looked smarter with that new grey!
My mirror grinned

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Seven Friends

Oh man! Going in a golden palanquin
Ever thought, what is going on in those minds?
Of those, who are bearing your burden?
And those hundreds following your path, blind

Why they ignore their aching shoulders, and
Laugh at your irritating ill-humor?
Look! Their sights are on your amassed lucre
Yet, afraid of the power-snake on guard

When that vile serpent slips into the grass
They ground you and flee with your fortune
And don’t dither to laugh at your traipse
This time loudmouthed, with obscene lampoon

Thus passes easily, your ill-gotten buck
To another waiting ill-minded crook!!
Fancy vehicles of vicissitudes
Vanish like smoke, when blow more knavish winds!!!

Come on! Join our clan of pedestrians
I have just seven friends; no slaves, to claim
When I fall in my walk, they raise me anon
When I bow they bless; when I rile they tame

They share my tears and triumph; dream and feel
With spirit, unconditional and earnest
Giving me grit, morale and might to battle
Against the fetters, this life puts me to test

When dead, on that fateful date, I’m sure
They take me, over their shoulders, with honor
Tenderly, not to hurt my both remains, with care
And affably reach me safe, those heaven’s doors

(Seven friends stand for seven virtues, viz. faith, hope, charity, justice, prudence, temperance and fortitude)

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Sinecure

A mosquito on my hand! I smiled at her
She evaded my eyes and dug deep into my skin
‘zrrrrrrrrrr’! Sipped my blood without fear
Again I smiled; rather I did grin

This time she looked with dozy eyes at me
Laughed aloud and tried to take off,
Stumbled a bit and fumbled her way to the
Nearby chair and managed to cough

She looked around as if she is unable
To see anything and moved precariously
Towards the cabinet at the corner wall
Looked at the files and left my room lazily

Few weeks later, during my evening stroll
Along the side of a drainage channel
I found that mosquito and called her
“I haven’t seen you for too long! Gone where?”

She looked aghast at me and after a long brood
Said, “By our mosquito-king’s decree
I never dared to come to your sinecure
The order said; never touch a Govt. servant’s blood”

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Phantom

One day I’ll become the Phantom
And enter your cozy room
To the winds, sans a hint
Skipping the Moon’s glint
And on your lips
I’ll impress
A kiss
Ishhh!

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My New Home

My house is leaking; doors and walls are pale
With faded paint. The floor is full of stains
I asked the owner, “Mend the problems pal
I can’t live here in this dirty dungeon

He snubbed me cool, “It’s all at your expense
You do yourself or just vacate at once
I cobbled here and there and daubed some paint
Yet looks the old abode stupid and faint

Elapsed years this way and my relic
Is crumbling now beyond any repair
It’s time I look for some new hiding niche
In my locale here or someplace somewhere

Ready I’m now to move to my new home
A kind and beautiful mother’s snug womb

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Honourables

At eighty he is still a coolie
toiling in paddy lea;
reaping pods and
heaping the seeds.

His sagged muscles working
in wonted harmony
But his brain tired of thought;
of his son who died as a sot; or
of his daughter widowed at twenty past
or his wife pulling weeds at another spot.

He has to carry on this moil; I thought
till death to retain his breath.

Looking at his pitiable plight
a wicked feeling swept my heart.
How great we're in contrast;
honourable servants of the State.

We retire at sixty, in peace.
Take home a lump sum of grant, apiece.
Also a pension for monthly use.
Last but not the least
a T.V and a chair to ease.

All this at what a simple price.
For sleeping forty years in office! ! !

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Our House Maid's Daughter

I looked one more time at the scar
on her pretty forehead.
Our house-maid’s sweet little daughter.
She is just four years old.

Endured many scares and black scars
along with mother, so bold
facing tantrums of sot-father.
She is just four years old.

Today came she with news to share.
With puerile fervor told
“Becomes bride my father’s sister!”
She is just four years old.

“He is as strong as a wild boar
good groom; not a drunkard.”
Shocked; saw those deeper inner scars.
She is just four years old.

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Lead Me

Lead me to that heaven
Through those no- thorn greens
Where cuckoos croon;
Bunnies zoom on lush loam;
Apes clown and owls frown

Walk me tenderly
Under the bracing full Moon
Your eyes blue…cueing my line
Your blushing beams
Signing upon the anvil 
Of an affair-de- coer 
Lead me to that heaven

I close my blinking eyes 
To shut the wakeful dreams out
I take a deep breath
Moisten my drying lips
I allow my stirring thoughts
Touch my tender heart’s brims
And again, my eyes, I open
To envision, aha!
A great mise en scene

Is this not Manasa Sarovaram?
The divine soul’s swirling stream
Of orgasmic nectar-fall
Ushering Into the dim inner shores
Of human organism

And I dive insane
Into that chilling lagoon

Where lustful swans swim
Sprawl, poke, provoke
And probe each other
In waters of desire

You tell me “It’s all our own”
This heaven, this Moon 
And these playful swans our chums
Let us play together the game”

Then ….I……into you
And you….into me
Lead each other
In to that heaven