Folks must be happy in Guatemala
With tax money frittered by Kamala
Will she visit the border
To 'stablish peace and order
Or is she just Joe's otiose* wallah**
(*Serving no useful purpose)
(**A person in charge or employed for a particular purpose)
Some say that our thoughts create our reality;
moods, colors, stars, birds, maps....
everything changing to our minds' will.
You don't need a magical wand or psychic powers
they say; just a genuine prayer in your heart,
and wallah!
I would want to live such a world,
where you are totally awake. Where the rainbow
soars from the stars to the reefs in the tropics.
Where I don't have to work so hard to be happiness.
"Living the Dream" is a slogan we all hold dear in our hearts...
BeAdab gustakh jab aulad ho jaye
Chain sukh maa'n baap ka barbaad ho jaye
Cheen le budbakht jo walid ka sarmaya
Jeete jee kion baap na barbad ho jae
Aasteen ka saamp that beta nhi the woh
Maut ae usko woh barbad ho jae
Baap kee jo he raza Allah kee bhi he
Aashna is qaul se aulad ho jae
Maa'n ke hee pairoan talay jannat ko kar talash
Rah se bhatka jo too barbaad ho jae
Beta boorhay baap ka baazu he kehlata
Beta ye na samjhay toh barbaad ho jae
Nek o taabaydar ho aulad to wallah
Walideen ka dil khushi se shaad ho jae
Kia karein woh waladeen jab nakhalaf beta
Mayel e jaur o situm eejaad ho jae
Qibla o Ka'aba kuch kumtar nhi maa'n baap
Kaash hurmat aashna aulaad ho jae
Deen o dunya chin gaee naKhalf betay se
Baap per jo mayel e bedaad ho jae
Tu ne mera dil dukhaya to he mere lal
Hashr tak tu unsuni faryaad ho jae
Kion na ho jae pidar phir zinda dar-goar
Jab pisar badbakht hee sayyad ho jae
summer dawn –
the path of cowries
beyond the sea
summer dream
counting the butterflies
in neighbor’s garden
piercing the
breeze, my chute lifts –
summer beach
summer twilight . . .
the bee eater stirring
tall grass
summer sunset –
changing colour of
rising waves
summer's end . . .
the waterfall thunders into
my laughter
last day of summer
bouncing, the pool ball
of her eyes
summer ends
the wallah takes down
the raincoat array
distant hill
a river carrying
the spring
waters of spring
father backstrokes
into healthiness
spring drizzle
the bipinnate leaves
fold into shyness
spring day
spots of rosiness
in the bud
spring morning
a rose wallah
dresses a boquet
Every one of you must listen carefully to me.
Time told a story that we all began to mimic.
Each day became the same, losing our Ta Da.
Rightfully we all went separate ways and far.
Not one, but two kept your hopes by praying.
Amazing watching them go and watching all!
Like you I was in disbelief without my Ta Da.
Goodness gracious Lord Almighty I made it in.
Rare I tell you all marveling too when I’m near.
Astonishing sights left behind but ahead a gate.
Come here come now Wallah wants me to meet,
Especially conquering this amazing life of fate!
® Registered: Ann Rich 2006
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