It was his first flight,
He had desired lofty height.
He loved fighter jets,
He talked about it on his dates.
Though he failed his enrolment exams twice,
He knew life is like throwing dice.
Sky flight was his all-time favourite movie,
Unlike the bird’s movie, Covey.
He passed his simulation practices,
He preferred them to algebra matrices.
He heard so many noises in the sky,
He landed in a lost city called Fey.
November 6, 2022.
Unseen danger
He was fifty- five living alone in a cottage
but how is it possible to explain how he came to fall in love
with a woman of forty and lose his dignity.
We must take a break trying to understand the human heart
or the circumstances of wished for the repellent.
He was a ship navigating without a gyro-compass
in the sea of deceit, this foolish dance of a human borboleta.
When he kissed her, his whole soul was absorbed by her like falling into a cave of endless pleasure.
His anchor got lost in the outer seas.
Suddenly it was over like a dream that ends at frostbitten dawn
a locked door, there was some else in her embrace.
Rejected, he pleaded with the unseemly nativity, had she relented
enrolment would never be the same.
He took his dog and drove up north had wanted to see
the autumn colours.
After a week, he drove home and began his life like starting
all over again, walks in the woods of sanity.
Dear Dad dear mum, I take this time
Writing my letter now, to thank all of you
For your own maximum, support and care
No one knows how, you loved and cared
Forty K you sent, to buy the charter
Fifteen thousand you sent, for VC’s upkeep
For instagram to buy, you sent twelve K
No one knows how, you loved and cared
Higher education loan, ten K to purchase
Mandatory for comrades, a basic necessity
The graduation square, you sent thirteen K
No one knows how, you loved and cared
Thirteen K you sent, as odd unquestionable
Forty K you sent, so high and reasonable
Hundreds of cash, familiar for granted
No one knows how, you loved and cared
My graduation is done, ready for second degree
To enroll am ready, your children must learn
My enrolment my job, my mother employ
No one knows how, you loved and cared
At last I expect, to purchase a Facebook
Twitter and email, philosophy and psychology
The money for faculty, mess and deferment
Sent that my dad, and mum you care
There once was a long vanished England;
Of well-spoken presenters
Of the BBC Home Service,
Light Service, and Children’s Favourites,
Of coppers and tanners, and ten bob notes;
And jolly shopkeepers, and window cleaners.
I remember my cherished Wolf Cub pack,
How I loved those Wednesday evenings,
The games, the pomp and seriousness of the camps,
The different coloured scarves, sweaters and hair
During the mass meetings,
The solemnity of my enrolment,
Being helped up a tree by an older boy,
Baloo, or Kim, or someone,
To win my Athletics badge,
Winning my first star, my two year badge,
And my swimming badge
With its frog symbol, the kindness of the older boys.
So engulfed by perturbation
The inner cry was enormous
My heart cracked and sank
Why has she been so unfair?
The courage thinned down
The renowned citadel
Not did I ever apply
The enrolment was unquestionable
A vast place yet crowded
Why has she been so unfair?
The knack to learn unfolded
A citadel without classroom
Yet you tutor by seconds
Oh! You duly engage all
Why has she been so unfair?
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