CONTRIBUTIONS
airless
yesteryears
egregarious
wearisome
awaits
credulity
enthroned
to
convey
a
populust
niche
as
floating
dross
enamelled
&
replicated
a
pedestrian
precursor
enamoured
uncanny
glazed
&circled
so strange
in
camaderie
thronged
in uniform
belief
Categories:
contributions, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Life was only gifted once
Now is to be divided into portions
More work less rest
More ambitions less leisures
More output more stress
More input more burden
More benefit more contributions
Less greeds less guilts
Many a fraction
But just a simple Mathematics
And a constant ratio to follow
Categories:
contributions, life, sin, stress,
Form: Free verse
This January, I was in the tenth grade,
when our Head informed
that we couldn't contribute to sports meet next year,
and we all did our best this year.
I volunteered for two,
signing up for badminton and long jump
then they asked me to have a go at TT too.
I didn't know anything about table tennis
But I said yes anyway.
I went for badminton,
(I was reserve)
I floated above the sand pit,
But stopped right there,
not reaching the top three.
What about my Table Tennis?
Please don't ask:
I was so bad that I couldn't get my serve through,
and my opponent donated me some marks.
("TT is like badminton" - you liar!)
So that was how I played all my sports,
but I couldn't do anymore.
I had keep the big day free,
to play my trumpet - and also to stand straight until the whole thing ends.
* based on how I contributed to the sportsmeet this year. I didn't gain any placement or certificate, but I'm happy because our house turned out to be the first, and I felt proud when I played the fanfare as a player in our brassband.
note: almost everything in this is consisting of true incidents.
Categories:
contributions, 10th grade, sports,
Form: Free verse
The bricks on the bricks
The stones on the stones
Joined with hard iron
And soft gypsum
Handle the strong hands
To build the buildings
The towers, the palaces
The mills and the factories,
The great contributions
Of those maker hands
To the constructions
To the civilizations,
But those golden hands
Fallen under exploitations
To survive are in fights
Deprived of proper rights.
Categories:
contributions, irony,
Form: Rhyme
It's a receptacle that we must always replenish,
a vessel that we may drink from only after
we have taken the time to add our share,
but we may only drink, our share
and only, when it is full
no more, no less
or there is
no Love
Categories:
contributions, love,
Form: Verse