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The Star of Oman

The Star of Oman
By Joji Varghese Kuncheria 

The star that dawned the horizon,
For five decades is gone for ever, 
But the legacy is going to remain,
As a beacon to lead generations. 

The people of the nation have seen,
This super star reigning in the sky,
With wisdom and understanding, 
Pursuing lasting peace at all times.

A quality many refuse to embrace,
Has made him a champion of peace,
Overcoming the challenging times,
Through patience and endurance.

He devoted a whole life for the nation,
To raise the living standards sky high,
Bringing prosperity and a bright future, 
To the young and the old of his country.

Though the star has eclipsed the skies,
The laurels are eternal to Sultan Qaboos,
For paving a way of peace, of harmony,
For generations to relish in future years.

          

Copyright © Varghese Kuncheria | Year Posted 2020



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When I Was Young

Joji Varghese Kuncheria
When I was Young

My childhood seems like yesterday,
I grew up in our family's rubber estate,
With my parents and grandparents,
In a tropical hilly place with no lights.

The climate was tropically serene,
Except for the monsoon showers,
which come with lightning and thunder,
Yet we used to chill out in the rain.

We had all kinds of organic splendour,
Jack fruits and mangoes of all varieties,
Cashew nuts and bananas of all kinds,
Guava, lemon, berries and pineapples.

I used to run around like a busy bee,
On weekends at mother's command,
Plucking ripe pepper and coffee beans,
To be dried and ground for the week.

Playing around with younger siblings,
Badminton, cricket, football and so on,
Still nostalgic to remember those days,
Of my childhood in the estate we had.

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The Star of Oman

The Star of Oman
By Joji Varghese Kuncheria

The star that dawned the horizon,
For five decades is gone for ever, 
But the legacy is going to remain,
As a beacon to lead generations.

The people of the nation have seen,
This super star reigning in the sky,
With wisdom and understanding,
Pursuing lasting peace at all times.

A quality many refuse to embrace,
Has made him a champion of peace,
Overcoming the challenging times,
Through patience and endurance.

He devoted a whole life for the nation,
To raise the living standards sky high,
Bringing prosperity and a bright future,
To the young and the old of his country.

Though the star has eclipsed the skies,
The laurels are eternal to Sultan Qaboos,
For paving a way of peace, of harmony,
For generations to relish in future years.

                         *******

Copyright © Varghese Kuncheria | Year Posted 2020

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Summer Vacations

Joji Varghese Kuncheria
Summer Vacations

I looked forward to summer holidays,
Free from school, to run away, to
My maternal home amid paddy fields,
Reachable only by boat those days.

To play on snake boats in the lagoons,
To go fishing around the back waters,
And give the catch to nanny to be fried,
And eat it all well before lunch time.

We wait for the sun to go down a little,
To be out again for a session of games,
To cool it all down the river after a while,
And to dash back home before sun set.

Reaching home before the church bells,
For the evening prayer that's long always,
We pray for the vacation never to end,
And not to go back soon to school.

Bed time is a world of fantasy tales,
With grandmama's cooked-up stories,
Each day a new one from her store,
And to sleep to the tune of her lullaby.

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The Beginning

The Beginning
By Joji Varghese Kuncheria
 
Four decades ago my sojourn started,
In my mid - twenties, as to be precise,
A journey of a lifetime so joyous,
By a lad daring, bold and determined,
To perceive, explore and conquer the world,
From my land of coconuts and spices,
To the horn of Africa full of bliss,
Circumspectly moving spellbound and stunned.

So it all began in warm Nazareth,
In a province of Abyssinia,
Arriving on Christmas, the twenty fifth,
An hour by bus from Addis Ababa,
On a beautiful day of the Sabbath,
Journeying through the fields of Injera.

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I'm a Timid Butterfly

Joji Varghese Kuncheria
I'm a Timid Butterfly

Like a butterfly I roam around,
In this beautiful garden of life,
Not knowing the evil it hides,
Just enjoying nature at its best.

As I grow I become so fearful
Of this beautiful garden I live in,
My freedom becomes limited,
I learn the many vices of men.

From the child I have grown up into,
From a loving and innocent child
To a timid and fearful little one,
To face the world as it unfolds.

The world has become abusive
To children in ways that are evil,
That even little girls are not safe,
So rampant is child abuse now.

I am no longer a wandering butterfly,
Free as before as a child I was,
I now look in horror at this world
Pagan and decayed to the core.
 
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A Time of Freedom

Joji Varghese Kuncheria
A Time of Freedom

Papa says we are all locked in,
There is no school for any of us,
I am happy that the house is full,
None going out long anymore.

I enjoy this time like never before,
With parents at my beck and call,
Caring for me all through the day,
Eating, playing or sleeping always.

I dash in and out of the kitchen,
To munch whatever I get to eat,
Playing with siblings all the time,
Hoping these days will never end.

My parents are worried though,
They say there's sickness outside,
And we are locked up for weeks,
I don't understand much of this.

Momma teaches me at home,
Papa works from home these days,
Though I miss school and friends,
I enjoy this time more than ever.

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Winter Storm

Winter Storm
By Joji Varghese Kuncheria
 
The tropical winter in Munnar hills, ?
Brings in due and mild mist every morning, ?
Brings out the coveted taste within us, ?
And thick fog covers us in the evening. ??

Playing a hideous game this season, ?
The sun shows up bright and strong sparingly, ?
Bringing the humid air this mild season, ?
Helping us to sprout all over lushly. ??

We bring that rich aroma they covet, ?
The people love the taste of Munnar tea, ?
And where we flourish richly they visit, ?
We're part of their life; they come to sight-see.??

We rejuvenate their spirits high up; ?
We are the thunder storm in their tea cup.

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To Isolation

To Isolation
By Joji Varghese Kuncheria 

Though I am self quarantined now for weeks,
Through the glass window pane facing the east,
I can see the red-orange globe arise,
Between the two sky scrappers opposite.

I keep busy and spend time relaxing,
On the easy chair on the other side,
To see the reddish-orange sun setting,
I'm not isolated where I abide.

Back in my bedroom, I see the white globe,
High above on the other horizon,
Keeping me alive in the frontal lobe,
The moon moving snail-paced, unlike the sun.

Though the sun has gone down saying goodbye,
The bright moon has elated me sky high.

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My Coutie Pie

Joji Varghese Kuncheria
My Cutie Pie

My granddaughter is a cutie pie,
Who goes all around the house,
Turning everything upside down,
And keeping us all on our toes.

I do not have half of her energy,
That is displayed the whole day,
The house is silent as she sleeps,
And a time for all to rest a while.

It is breathtaking to watch her
Doing the acrobatics she knows,
Sliding, jumping and climbing up,
Like a monkey on the bunk bed.

No rest whatsoever she takes,
Does things one after the other,
Innocent as she is, trying to do
The impossible, all to by herself.

My days would have been boring,
Were I not to be in her company,
A blessing she's from high above,
And a joy to watch always she is.

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