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Though the sun had begun bleeding in the West
With an explorer’s gait, I walked jumping over gutters
My track, flanked with knee high grass and nettles
Also, wild bushes of all kinds that grew in clusters
I saw dragon flies whirring around in circles
Their wings catching glints of the evening light,
As they buzzed from one blade of grass to the other
Giving a solitary soul benign company and sure delight.
Strange enough, my track ended in an open space,
Enclosed by cracked walls, now a forlorn territory.
There are raised mounds, overgrown with weeds,
I can easily make out that it is an ancient cemetery.
In these graves lie those under the cold embrace of death.
Their toil and trouble ended with life.
They must have been perhaps heroes of the land.
No more are they part of world’s victory or strife.
Nor its sad commemorations or triumphant jubilees
Though released from the shackles of oppression
Each dear presence has now become an absence
Here they lie anonymous, without a single possession.
Some graves are marked by head stones with crude grooves.
But most of them are nameless, worn out by time
We do not know how or when came their end
Did they die in old age or die in their prime.
Or perish in a battle or struck by some pestilence
However, their names are blotted out from life’s tome.
They have become inseparably one with the elements,
And they lie here motionless exuding a strange calm.
Generations pass and their progeny comes,
Unmindful of who lived before them
Neither thankful of the legacy left behind,
Nor thinking all the comforts, from their toil stem.
Oh Death, you are the mighty leveller of lives!
With your cold embrace, all differences are ironed out,
And here lies both the king and slave alike,
In silent sepulchres, with all earthly glory snubbed out!
COVID 19: A LEVELLER
Apocalypse! Armageddon! Ragnarok!
Deadly spread of COVID 19
Caused by human misdeeds
Confusion. disaster cover the land
Death now becomes a reigning language
Both the cause and the cure brew conflicts
But can men stop transgressing on earth?
COVID 19 is rife
Though born in Wuhan
Spread from China world over
Caught all and sundry unaware
Armed with deadly infection
Posed to halt the world
Is it possible?
Coronavirus
First of its kind, unexampled
Travels faster than aeroplane
Kills legions across bothers
Will the scourge stop spreading?
First time ever
When all men become equal
No more superiority among nations
Coronavirus, a leveller beyond limits
Can the world continue like this?
Isolation breeds stagnation
Social distancing in vogue
No inter and intra trades
Every entry under lock
Is any nation indispensable?
Hunger set to reign
On African soils
And other nations
Where selfish leaders
Are piloting the canoes
Will they learn their lessons?
All in confusion
Fear grips the rich
The poor wallop in panic
Death is now cheap, ubiquitous
Can the world survive the virus?
Covix 19 defies faith
Clergies run for cover
Fellowship, Jumat outlawed
Worshippers pray at home
Sanctuaries turn desert
No one dares touch others
Can God answer the prayers?
Cure vaccine not yet invented
Only safey measures are here
Only those agree to stay home
May live to tell the story later
Daily, thousands contract it
Daily, hundreds die of it
Is the cure feasible?
May it not continue, I pray
But if otherwise
Keeps rearing its ugly head
Hmm! if men's end imminent
Can animals and plants play the roles?
NOTHING IS IMPOSSIBLE
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Death the Leveller
Icy are the palms of your hands,
You know neither enemies, nor friends,
You are the callous leveller
Of every living traveller.
Whether humble vassals or kings,
Whether abbots or emperors
All yield at the fence of your ring
All bow to your fearful terror.
You respect neither caste, nor creed,
You respect neither wealth, nor rank,
You respect neither age nor deed,
Everyone you pinch in his flank.
You proclaim yourself as victor
And as your kingdom`s emperor,
You roll terror on mortal`s mind
As you bring bodies to a grind.
But can you level a man`s soul
That is immortal, invisible,
Spirited and immutable
And aims to reach the Divine Whole!
If anyone’s reading this poem, your somewhere in my past
I’m in the future for these ‘right now' moments never last
But still this is your present, such is the way time flows
All relative to the observer, every day comes and goes
So what am I doing right now, as your reading my poem
Perhaps going down a grave, most likely you’ll never know
We share the same planet, occupying two different worlds
One is in our head, the other one continuously unfurls
No matter how life is perceived, were merely passing time
That second hand keeps ticking, whilst hours happily chime
Seasons come and go, putting another birthday in the bag
Our circadian clock slows down, toned faces inexorably sag
Oh time that great leveller, eventually catches up with us all
Greatest force of nature, indifferent to light speed, or a crawl
Who started the clock ticking, or is all just radioactive decay
Countdown has only one direction, sorry there’s no other way
So onwards and upwards, past the stratosphere we will go
Back to where it all started, about fourteen billion years ago
And then what happens, that’s what you really want to know
I’ll let you in on the secret, perhaps not, will only spoil the show
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06/11/21
I am the reaper man
and I’m always here,
striding through an ambience
of gut rot and fear.
I am the reaper man
with touch as cold as snow,
I stalk the darkest landscape
where angels never go.
I am the reaper man,
neither good or bad,
purposeful or random,
cheerful or sad.
I am the reaper man
lord of the blackest seizure,
the prince of anaesthetics,
the king of analgesia.
I am the reaper man
replete with scythe and hood,
astride the breadth of ages,
reviled, misunderstood.
I am the reaper man
the cataclysmic voice,
the saviour in the shadows,
redeemer without choice.
I am the reaper man
with kiss to render blind,
relentless for eternity,
so cruel to be kind.
I am the reaper man,
a leveller of the deep,
who drops the final curtain,
bestows the biggest sleep.
I am the reaper man
who won’t discriminate,
who visits every living thing
inevitable fate.
I am the reaper man
who pours the blackest rain,
foreclosing on all suffering,
nullifying pain.
I am the reaper man
who no one can avoid,
putting paid to life,
decreeing null and void.
I am the reaper man.
Always close at hand.
I am the reaper man.
I am the reaper man.
I saw you from the distance ;
I saw you in my dream ;
You are the queen of my dream.
When I saw you in actual;
You are far and behind from me.
Consciousness run in search of you;
I race by your side and sit with you,
But you never understand my presence
I'm leaving alone ,living alone in this obscure loneliness ;
Tears flows from my eyes;
My heart is not happy without you.
To the zenith of empty sky ;
And the lowest to the depth of the ocean ;
I call your name and seek to every one.
Admist was I in grave concern,
Thinking you would be with somebody's one.
When I finally come near and find you;
You belongs in the hands of the great leveller .
The ache of leaving behind is immense pain
Happier if I could see your bewitching smile.
My heart is crying;
It's crying alone all myself;
Come back and sit beside me forever;
Be my life and savour of my heart.
Oh I'm leaving alone in this desperate abysmal ;
Let me come with you and get together;
Let us make our life and get a charm life.
Thank you.
DEATH OF THE SNOW HEAPS
Like full-bodied youngsters they ruled the street
For a while - rude, unchallenged strength sweet;
Their short life - immaculate seeming.
Hard heartless shells - cold, gleaming.
Now skin shrinks to a nothing-life-span,
Revealing cigarette ends, rusty beer can,
Chewing gum, mud-and-dirt: a midden -
Lifetime-accumulated and temporarily hidden.
Now, shrunk and cracked like old men’s skin
As they lie and die dissolute and thin,
They will soon be forgotten by all talk
As they bleed water across the sidewalk.
Their pile of dirty secrets will soon be
Exposed in the sun for all to see.
The spotless snow was a perfect concealer.
Death the leveller is also death the revealer.
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NOTE
City snow heaps in the streets, lasting from November to March, become
filled with hidden trash, which is only exposed when the heaps melt in spring.
This game of golf as is this life,
Played all life, perfect still can't be,
Ever reminding of one’s wife,
Put on pedestal, upon tee,
Handicaps, roughs, bogies stay rife,
And played as if on edge of knife!
Easy to start, hard to finish,
And harder ever to master,
Followed like an unfulfilled wish,
Always one stroke from disaster,
As in life, handicaps bridge gap,
Eagles two, birdies claim one clap.
What rage be this game every age,
As many highs as there be lows,
A game ever on players grows,
Ageless be this sport in image—
To my liking a bit high brow,
Pricey clubs, carts, caddies in tow.
And if ye think you the ball drive,
Beware of game that drives you naïve,
This game of greens, good to relax,
Greener still goes envied player,
And greatest of a leveller,
Pro or novice likes it like sex.
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Reflections | 01.10.04 |
CLEVER
One likes to think oneself as clever
Always ironic, and with a wry grin
Yet the great leveller is often poetry
As it sorts the wheat from the chaff
And rhyme and metre can be a faff
All is fair in love, war and creativity
Such that we must take it on the chin
And abandon our high seat forever
When that thought or image strikes
As cold logic succumbs to inspiration
Did the brain have a sporting chance
It doesn’t matter what may be true
As one grasps the irrelevance of I.Q
And respects taking an emotive stance
Free verse has a sort of perturbation
Resonant with what someone likes
So, cleverness was never an absolute
And courage is needed to just let go
Some final tweaks and edits may work
After all the arrows have been loosed
The one in the target is the mot juste
Yet off to one side, other words lurk
It’s what you think not what you know
And claims of genius one must refute
Have you heard
Of the ravaging virus?
That equal leveller;
That conforms everyone to the same corner
Some say it is the disease of the rich;
Some say it is for the poor,
Just like John 10:10
Its aim is to kill,destroy and devour.
Please stay at home,
Stay three feet apart
I do not want you to live six feet beneath
I do not want you to be laced in white
I do not want you to meet your fate somewhere amongst the cloud above
I do not want your family to be in deep grief.
Wash your hands without ceasing
Wash your hands without counting;
If you must count,
Like the number of time Mantis prays.
Like Wildfire in harmattan
Corona is but a wildfire
Suffocating,
Cutting into lungs like
An empty heartbeats gores into arteries
The rush,the spread,the death
I do not want your chest to be heavy,
Please stay safe.
The Sun will soon smile
We will all live.