Seventeen was a time of nonchalant moments,
taking strolls on breezy lanes, smelling jasmines,
waving at the farmer tending to the rich harvest:
mystery unrevealed itself, making adventure last!
Who hasn't explored wonderous Nature hasn't felt joy,
harmonious and picturesque hills of various shades excited
this boy's flaming eyes drawing them a step closer to God;
there's was no thought of going back to town and play!
Should silver hair remind everyone how old I am?
I lived life well with the prospective to extend years
and be that example of longevity forgetting birthdays;
I saw a feeble man struggling on a cane: that was Sam!
No journey is too burdensome if planned diligently,
youth is the base of all awareness and confidence,
and from it springs forth the enthusiasm of excellence;
cultivate every virtue practiced and spoken so humbly!
Careless lives are cut short by ingesting those harmful substances,
puffing on cigarettes, gulping down excessive amount of deadly alcohol;
these people will not survive youth but destroy it with nasty habits:
how delightful is to spot silver hair, thinking to oneself:" I managed well! "
You were anticipating shallow water
Instead you fell in the deep end
This water’s a shade of blue you haven’t seen before
You forgot that curiosity killed the cat
Explains why you would you go and do a thing like that
Unfortunately there’s a price to pay for waking her
When you had no intention of staying up late
You just delivered more rain to the flood gate
Cos what’s a little more chaos
It’s not your mess to clean up though
So don’t mention it this time
Be grateful for the silent goodbye
The story can’t be told the same as it was lived
And realistically what else can she do but forgive
A well rehearsed smile hiding shame
Once again only herself to blame
It’s all love, she says
Licking her wounds and counting the damage
Another day another mischief managed
We are now seeing the ill managed swell, the reality of our pompous arrogant form of life.
Clouds bring rain but they don’t bring hell. But a hell resides in the air tonight.
Underestimated because we think we took control! But please remember that nature itself can take control of all forms of life.
Covid dose not care about the arguments we try to sell about the future of human life.
Covid’s out there behind the door waiting, just waiting for us to turn a blind eye.
Covid should scare you more now than before. How many more thousands does it take to realise?
A second wave could hit before a vaccine is found to protect our form of life.
A second wave could see mutations that weren’t there before, mutations nature has controlled to seriously threaten our way of life.
Techno-scramble
the ramble of cars on sheet metal
Tall walking for sledge hammer rhythm
The dialysis of t.v. dramas
and hospital soup delivered on time
A team of managers examine
Mortuary
Dead before what could have been
Electromagnetic heart transfer failed
Before the soul left the bed
Whirring of gadgets promised
Earthly pulses and show tunes
As lungs gave out
HOW I MANAGED not TO BE A DOC
You know something,
Me a thing, I think not worth than a farthing
was put in a college of Medicine.
Paternal honour intact was to be kept.
Heavy in heart and blurred in vision
When thought of those bespectacled sermons
On blood and urea, capillary and neuron.
I tugged at my mom, a deaf ear she gave.
Like a prep child, I crossed the day
For the doom to impend on my lovely day
On the calendar on the wall with landscapes gay.
Oh! All because my father loved me so.
On that day I stood on a rostrum
Feverish, next to a corpse bloated and grey
I was to say my name and greet the group.
But all I could choke out was a meek gibber.
I fell down with a thud,next to the corpse,
funny,all came running to the body lifeless,
for he was the specimen for one whole year.
The thing I knew next,
On my bed cozy I was
And I think I heard my father say,
Smiling,
‘Oh,It is all right my dear’!