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Bag And Baggage Poem
I look within my bag, and baggage more unquenched desires.
N erve wrecking mental state, thus illogically surmounts.
T he wisdom of sages to simplify life ends in absurd futility.
R ather than emptying my burden, I trudge along heavier.
O ptimistic spirits flag at half mast with added expectations.
S oul's agony increases as all choices seem primordial.
P eople and their superimposed views ironically carry more value.
E ach breath, thus hisses heavily to keep up that image with fleeting time.
C aution is blown asunder with the pleasurable deluge of being constantly affected.
T ransparency through our traits help us to know ourselves better for intellectual purity
I nner view of our dilemmas and ripping apart our masques is essential to peace.
O ur own self awareness has to be critically analysed to realise what is to be valued.
N onetheless, self introspection is a beep which debates to create order out of chaos.
June 24, 2016
For John Hamilton
Copyright © Balveen Cheema | Year Posted 2016
Bag And Baggage Poem
This bus old as this rutted road
Panting to haul its sweaty load
Moves along the steep gradient
Of these hills stoutly determined
Raising to heights which although small
Are far like aeons beyond recall
To the place men and maps from yore
Call by a name now part of lore
It stops and ejects a lone man
Bearded, forlorn, bag and baggage
A petty forest official
Perhaps on punishment transfer
To these hills, unfeeling and cold
Where his ticket has taken him
Which could take him no further, no less
Away far away from sweet home
To where it’s for predators home.
It turns left, heaves off a U-turn
Climbs on to a conglomeration
Of tenements of refugees
From a strife-torn island, whose hopes
Are holding breath in another land
Uprooted amidst the rooted
All at sea amidst hardy rocks.
And returns to the highway where
The forest man still stands rooted
Aghast where he was offloaded
Like one of those gaunt and old trees
Failing to find his way to those
Who came before, missing the link
With the before and with the now.
Copyright © S.Jagathsimhan Nair | Year Posted 2012
Bag And Baggage Poem
A neighbor returned home early from a vacation in Switzerland. When asked
about his trip he seemed a little hesitant to talk about it. Finally he shrugged his
shoulders and said, "I found it rather an unfriendly place."
Puzzled about such a statement I asked why?
"The first evening in Geneva I asked for a cup of hot chocolate and they kicked
me out of the establishment. 'Sir we'll have none of that in here,' he told me."
"The next morning I decided to eat at the hotel where I was staying and the
same thing happened. Only this time they kicked me out bag and baggage and
told me not to come back. I found a rooming house and spent the night there.
The next morning the same thing happened when I asked for a cup of hot
"Soon my presence was known all over town and I couldn't get another
room. So I had to come home early. It was as though I had a bad reputation or
I was totally shocked. How could such a straight laced religious man cause
such an up roar? And this was so out of character for the things I had heard
about the Swiss people.
"If you ever go to that country don't order the Hot Chocolate. It must be taboo
to serve it."
How could a simple cup of Hot Chocolate cause such a commotion?
"Are you sure it was the HOT CHOCOLATE that caused the problem?"
"Of Coures it was. I'd go into a restaurant and ask for an extra ' HOT SWISS
MISS ' and they'd throw me out."
Gotcha__ Didn't I?
Copyright © Marycile Beer | Year Posted 2007