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Tommy fell off his bike and broke his bum
When he set off to find a new one
Big, tall, or one size fits all
A man he met at the mall,
offered a new bum but for a large sum
Tommy looked here, there, and everywhere
Even the stores where they sold underwear
To venders who had his back
But his bum still had a huge crack!
Something was still wrong, how very unfair
His bum was so noisy it brought him shame
It made weird noises and he got the blame
Tooting, hooting, and squeaking
when anyone started speaking
His bum sounded like a video game
When he discovered he had the loudest,
his talent made Tommy the proudest,
A butt trumpeting bold,
better than a pot gold
His sound-system backside, the best!
Sonic blasts when Tommy bent over
He picked a perfect four-leaf clover
A gas that blew him away
well into St. Paddy’s Day
A blast heard from Dublin to Dover
I am the Dark
Silent to unfair Partialities
Subject to Social Vulnerabilities
Witness to Minor Criminalities
Idle to Public Responsibilities
I am the Dark!
Resulting in Mass Atrocities
Waking up to Stray mortalities
Numb to Countless Disparities
Failing to Prevent Cancer Calamities
I am the Dark!
Driven by guilty Estacies,
Working for Common Fantacies,
Outstanding Plans to Briberies
Muted while recognising fake abilities
I am the Dark!
Enough said! Enough not done!
Echos from the Soul!
"Work and Resolve!
Dream and Build!
Volunteer and Give!
Lead and Change!"
Trust in the Light!
Delight the Right!
After discussing the meaning of family with some dear friends
this thought occurred to me…
and I smiled as I asked myself…”How big is my family?”
How big is my family?…as I repeated the question I thought…
that all depends…
on what is my definition of family…and how far that definition extends.
I can count my wife, my children and grandchildren…
but it seems a bit unfair…
that when it comes to counting family…I should stop my counting there.
What about my parents, my relatives, my ancestors?
Now there’s a lengthy list…
I’m pretty sure without them…my family wouldn’t exist.
What about all the friends I’ve made…
who’ve helped give my life balance and symmetry?
Certainly I have to count them as part of my family.
And what about anyone who’s touched my life…
with whom I’ve shared joy or misery?
Even if our time together was brief…I have to count them as family.
And what about the pets we’ve had?
surely I would be remiss…
since we considered them family…if I didn’t add them to the list.
And while I’m thinking about it…what about every human out there…
even those who don’t look or act like me?
Aren’t we all just different branches of one huge family tree?
When I asked myself, ‘How big is my family?’
I thought there’d be a precis …a definitive amount…
I never dreamed that number…would be higher than I can count.
CLOUD
I am a cloud, floating up here today
White with edges touched with grey
Look up, look up, even if you stare
Some call me fluffy but that’s unfair
Not namby-pamby nimbus, so there
I’ve a proud identity of which I care
I am a cumulus with a storm in mind
And can bring heavy rain, you’ll find
Even at this height, I’m not confined
I’m a harbinger of rain, I will not lie
I’m not like those cirrus, way up high
Seen way up there, scraping the sky
I may be turning quite black later on
Yet with strong winds, I may be gone
So, it’s now something to think upon
Just one among many, as it must be
Yet despite that, I’m a distinct entity
But if you can, please remember me
Krishna grew up in Gokul town with foster parents. He was not only the darling of his parents who pampered him, but the whole township, caught in his charms, loved him. He won the hearts of men and women alike during the childhood he spent in Gokul. But then it was time for him to leave and go to Mathura to fulfil his life’s mission. Gopis, the milkmaids especially missed him despite his many a mischief. Krishna sent Uddhav to Gokul to pacify people, but to no avail. When it was time for him to return, a lovelorn Gopi sends her message through him. This beautiful theme is captured in many folksy tunes whose flavour is hard to capture in English. Yet, here is an attempt. It is no translation, but tries to come closer to a piece in Gujarati by Pranav Pandya. I have tried to reveal the state of her mind, anger and immense love using only two rhymes in all.
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Tell dear Krishna, but scold him not,
Tell this tale of ours in love caught,
But your wisdom, no, give him not.
No pledges by him given are—
That from Gokul he’ll not go far,
No such traps any love should mar.
With lingering doubts distort not,
With peacock’s feather fudge it not,
Tell dear Krishna, but scold him not.
He that whole world in his mouth bear,
Tell him not what’s unfair, what’s fair,
He, who’s gone, still has gone nowhere.
Any harsh words pray tell him not,
State of our hearts, pray give him not,
Tell dear Krishna, but scold him not.
Taught he’s how to live, love and bear,
He knows for sure fair from unfair,
Tell dear Krishna, but scold him not.
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Mythology |13.02.2022|
Why do you cry at small stuff?
How can you do this common thing so rough?
Stay silent everything is not to be told,
You just learn to stay bold.
Isn't it unfair that we have to pretend to be normal?
It's not always that we have to look formal.
Sometimes we have to show the side that is hidden,
Is keeping everything in heart somewhere written.
It's okay to burst out into tears ,
Don't ever feel the pressure by your peers.
It's okay to mistakenly sometimes do wrong task,
It shows your courage to properly ask.
Then why do we ask everybody to be normal and pretend to be glad?
Showing sadness is not at all bad,
It's a common attribute for a human that is earned,
Being NORMAL is a lie that we have always learnt.
A poem I once wrote for one of my very good teachers who got transferred to some
other college and to my surprise the day I brought that poem to the college to read it out to my
friends, Our teacher appeared in the college from nowhere to attend Teacher's Day
celebration. I believe, true feelings can attract anything and anyone in the world................
Every human really has that power of Attraction.
The poem goes like this
WAITING FOR YOU
Without you, our life has become like a boat without a rudder,
not good to achieve anything and going to scatter.
You were a moral support for us,
but now the misfortune has created a fuss
by taking you away from us.
We have seen dreams changing to nightmare
Can't you give us your knowledge's share?
It will charge no fare!
You can't bring us to such a pass which is so unfair.
Each lecture without you is like a mournful day
We constantly have to pray
" Please send our Sir back"
We have this request,"
Come back and please don't play this quest, else our life will get onto a wrong track."
Their murkiness has begun, an agony may follow,
Yet, you can see their faint smiles with their eyes losing their glow;
There’s a cap on their head concealing their sparse hair,
Still, they don’t want to judge that life is so cruel and unfair.
They’ve accepted the fact that anytime may happen,
With this horrible disease which is also inherited from relatives and parent;
With all their gumption and fortitude, they wear prayers and faith in heart,
Strength in spirit to face the battle and trust God without a doubt.
They bravely underwent several treatments on pains without complain,
Knowing that some get streak of bad luck even from their environment;
All they wanted to do when amelioration happens,
Continue the struggle and show good examples to women.
On month of Breast Cancer Awareness, they’re making a shout,
Conducting the reveille for us all to keep abreast for the fight;
They believe that we’re in a brink of prevention which is better than cure,
If we avoid smoking and minimize alcohol to make our body safer for sure.
Having a healthy lifestyle is still the best,
Consumption of many fruits and vegetables and watch our diet,
Positive mental outlook and regular exercise are very important,
For a brighter tomorrow, against breast cancer- together we stand.
October 18, 2013 7.15 pm
Note:
This poem was written with the inspiration again of my cousin (now my 2nd poem dedicated to her ) and one of my colleagues. They’re both survivors of breast cancer. I lovingly dedicate also this poem to all our the breast cancer victims.
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Contest: Pinktober
Judged: 11/6/13
Sponsor: My Greatest Poet/all time Fave, Linda
Soldier F was charged today
Disgusted is all I can say
Doing a job in times gone by
Ask yourselves the reason why
Deployed there at the governments request
Where's your loyalty out of interest
He done what others wouldn't do
So your life today wouldn't be blue
Went over there on demand
On orders given by this land
To help the people who soon would hate
47 years on he meets his fate
The bogside in Derry is where this was
Protesters and rioters present for there cause
Petrol bombs and broken glass
What would you do is what I ask
Fight for your Country the posters did say
Don't let terrorists get in the way
Bring them to justice for atrocities carried out
Not the soldier who came to your shout
Now every soldier has done there bit
Showing true British grit
Not easy being on receiving end
Not knowing if enemy or friend
The bit that hurts those that have served
Unfair treatment not deserved
Soldier F should be let free
He did his bit for liberty
So judge and jury and public spirit
Open your eyes could you have done it
March amongst all the chaos and debris
To help those who want to be free
where does love go
when it leaves the even flow
of having and not having
the romance and the unknown
when the one that sleeps beside you
no longer seems beside you
and arguments leave you all alone
with your misdeeds. mistakes and groans
and hideous memories take hold
cruelties and vicious words are thrown
the point of no return has been past
the final argument surely the last
when last pleas have been wept
and final blows have been dealt
truly there is no hope for
the one with whom for years i slept
and in my loneliest hours i wept
are my feelings something inept
to the laws of God
where is justice now
it's vengeance must compensate
somehow
but silent are the wheels of justice
and unfair the time is to repair
the injustice i have done
sleep. rest while my fight is down
for surely if you were awake i would clown
but moments have past when i wish
the old you was around
that part of you that my love could arouse
sleep and dream of someplace better
where my bitterness is from you sheltered
safe from words that criticize
opinions that epitomize
and hide behind the disguise
of hatred and despise
against love our realities compromised
without success visualized
have come unfortunately to realize
our doom and demise
farewell, not so distant past
hello despair at last
with hearty destain we crash
with the ever remembered
love of the past