It is in the hottest month of April, The hot sun is disappearing slowly, Suddenly the sky is covered by clouds,
Mother is rushing towards the upstairs,
Tasty sago fryums are drying there, The south -west monsoon wind blows swiftly, Hot summer thunder is roaring loudly, Bright lightning is plucking the eyes, The cattle are running towards the sheds , Birds are taking asylum at the trees, A dust storm is circling the narrow streets, The nearby transformer bursts noisily, The entire domain is in dense darkness, No wonder,it's the sign of summer rain.
Categories:
sago, 10th grade, 8th grade,
Form: Sonnet
Route 66ish No 20
An old chap from near San Diego
Suffered from chronic lumbago,
He tried using cocaine
Again and again,
Then decided to eat lots of sago.
Categories:
sago, america, funny,
Form: Limerick
After tasting the homemade
poison, the walls,
start moving.
The poppies are in bloom.
I am not interested in morphine
or codeine. A sago palm has
come of age, preparing to
put up the conical sex.
A trust deficit will not know,
the signature of veneer, of
the gender.
Something moves behind the
bushes. I was already afraid
of emptiness. After the violence,
amputations and barrenness.
The desert invades my bones.
Cannot sleep with hands
on my chest. Will you
collect some runners ?
I want to raise
the grass for the sake of commanality.
Satish Verma
Categories:
sago, art,
Form: ABC
I’ve relished the view from mountains so high
that I could have touched the crest of a cloud.
I’ve measured His stars while I wondered why
no earth bound splendor was burnished as proud.
I’ve been accosted by scented flowers
their petals perfuming my humble sighs.
I’ve been mesmerized for many hours
by changing hues in a pair of green eyes.
I have heard the choir of a cooling wind
as it chased through the leaves of Sago-palms.
I’ve been forgiven ever now and then
for my vulgar taste, and social cons.
I’ve suffered the chill from the Arctic North.
Braved desert sun so hot it could kill.
I’ve piloted through life’s miss-mapped course
to feed my passion and find my thrill.
I’ve cradled newborns a son and daughter
and helped guide them too maturity.
I’ve cherished both my mother and father
and will grieve their loss for eternity.
I’ve taken note of my many mistakes
for all I’ve hurt, goes my apology.
From the depths of my soul this vowel I’ll take
to forgive each one that discouraged me.
Categories:
sago, life
Form: Quatrain