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The Fatuous Philosopher


I am a philosopher
Of great mental acumen
I like to blow my own trumpet
As nobody seems to mention

While enlightening people
Of all hues, I think not twice
Morning to noon and noon to night
I love when people seek advice

Questions myriad on one's
life, future, and future wife
If their foreseen future is bad
Will better halves manage their life

Questions keep getting sillier
Till they get nonsensical
My thoughts are philosophical
But my answers turn whimsical

I love work, people love me
Results don't count, it's a game
All goes well the credit is mine
Nothing goes well, they get the blame

It's late gotta close my shop
Need food and a good night's sleep
'Morrow will be a busy day
So expect not I will come cheap

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A World Without War

The Sands of Time are
sinking,
foundation of peace
quaking,
Under the mountains of hatred
Peace finds itself
ransomed;
Human greed is overflowing,
thirst for Sapiens’ blood is growing;
Leaders on a whim are orchestrating
the wars that the nations are
fighting.

To help satisfy the egos of a few
Whole nations suffer,
as a consequence,
blame games continue;
Ambitions of a few lead to the
the folly of many;
Most wars are fought on
false pride,
A quality profuse among
Leaders of an ilk;
War is forged in leaders’ minds,
Peace takes its humble birth
in the hearts of the masses,
If peace is to survive
Past wrongs must remain
in the past.
It’s hard to imagine
A world without war,
the merchants of terror
have invested 
Trillions of dollars in standing armies,
and weapons of mass destruction;
The same resources could be invested in
sprightly human development;
Countries could focus more on
Society and peace.

Wars have been prevalent
and history a
mute witness,
yet a world without war is not a
Utopian dream,
far from it, it could be a
real possibility.
A world without war
would be a great opportunity
for society to develop and flourish;
The immense loss of life,
property, and infrastructure
is saved from destruction;
No more war casualties,
no more families ruined,
no more refugees;
Countries would focus more on their development
Instead of contending with
hostile nations.

A thought,
there wouldn’t be hostile nations, to begin with;
Where there’s peace
there’s stability,
where there’s stability there’s all-round progress;
As a species humans are not violent,
a world without war is not a far-fetched dream
if only we could revisit our
beliefs, choices, and actions
in all honesty.

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The Changing World

THE CHANGING WORLD

The age of chivalry and bravery has ended

That of sophistry, rivalry, upon us descended

Those with ability, to charm and talk, are commended

They are now indeed enemies, whom we once befriended

Where has all the love gone, hitherto, unlimited

The human greed for wealth remains unsatiated

For money, men unleash violence unabated

The rich and elite are highly ingratiated

The poor and forlorn man’s woes are unmitigated

Never were people so fearful, streets so deserted

Always under threat, somehow their lives will be disrupted

True, in Eve’s drawl and Adam’s fall, we have lamented

But Devil’s devious ways we have inherited

As peace-loving people, we too were once saluted

Today, hatred and revenge have left us demented

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The Aged Man


Aged man walks on the busy street
Beyond his ability to cross
Cane in hand, old friends he needs to meet
Delayed by rain, worried about loss

Earlier, he fell into a hole
Finding out he damaged his right leg
Good that he didn't hurt body whole
Heading to the market for an egg

In the dark of the night without light
Just then, he saw a mean dog and swayed
Knowing fully well the turn is tight
Lingering for a moment, dismayed

Managed to lose his footing on ground
Neck deep in marshy land off the road
On witnessing the scene the dog frowned
Prepared to attack but turned and slowed

Questions stormed the old man's fevered mind
Reminding him of his old weakness
Should he shout for help or wait to find
The dog's aggression or its meekness

Until the dog heard sounds of people
Viciously running towards the ditch
With clubs and sticks making it feeble
Xbox games came to mind was it dog, b tch?

Yet, whatever, it did not relent
Zeal is good, finally, it was bent
At last, he was saved from emboggment
But he never learned what was meant

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As The Year Ends


The year is ending by leaving us sad;
For all those who left us in our journey;
So let’s pray for their souls we can be glad;
Having left us, are under God’s mercy.

Those who are in this world may they live long;
prayers ever irrational answered;
Smiles, happiness, prosperity among
Other boons granted are, forever, yearned.

Let us prepare to welcome the new year;
With sincere thoughts first and actions honest;
Be eager to spread good news, do not hear
Or fuel rumours at others’ behest.

These are the signs of a patriot true;
Avoid anger if you cannot construe.

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Sunflower

Bright and glowing, attired in gold
Birds sing to me, while bees kiss me,
The butterflies love mien, golden
Chipmunks relish my seeds with glee;

I serenade you in your rainbow garden
Patiently nurturing overbearing bees
Sucking on my nectar even as the bold
Butterflies compete with a certain cool ease;

Bringing glorious sunshine into your tedious life
And soaking in all the irresistible Sun power
Making you smile like a proud florist you've never been
In your garden of love, I’m your alluring Sunflower

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Time


I am Time,
I do not know
Where I’ve come from
Nor do I know whither I am going
I only know that I started in the past
And am going to the future
I can’t stop myself even
If poets mistakenly say I stand still sometimes
If I stand still, I’ll cause chaos
If I move back I’ll kill people
Or bring the dead back to life
And undo things both good and bad
My only option is to move forward
Like an arrow from a bow,
A bullet from a barrel or
Like the spoken word that 
Cannot be taken back.
People talk of Time travel
I grin and keep my peace
When I cannot travel back
How can they?

Advocateurs say I heal
Yes, I heal, but I also kill
As I pass, I transform infants into young
And young into old, and old into the dead
That’s the only way I know
The old must yield place to the new
That is the law of life
I have no memory of my own
Only people have a memory of me
People ask me what is my age
Physicists say I was born 14 billion years ago
Though I can't recall my birth
I am too old by earthly standards
But do I have a death? I do not know
If I’ve lived a long, long life
There must be something in me
That defies death
Because the universe is there I am there
If the universe ceases to exist, I will too
I have no purpose of my own
My purpose is linked to people’s purpose
In life;

You wonder where I live
I exist in your active mind
If you die, I exit
I have no use for the dead
The dead have no use of me
The living waste me like
Water running down the drain
I am an entity that defies
Definition
I am a concept imagined
By people who are industrious
The lazy and the procrastinators
Do not understand my value
I am different things
to different people
I am Time.

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Mamma

Mamma, what a lovely angel you are
Before I came into this world you carried
Me for nine gruelling months,
Morning sickness and throw-ups
Is what I gave when you conceived me
And innumerable kicks from within
Unmindful of your pain
You prayed for my well-being

When you gave birth to me
You weren’t spared excruciating pain
You took that in your stride to give me life
Those were the happiest moments in life for you
Moments you had already experienced twice
But that did not diminish your thrill of
Becoming a mother all over again
You wanted a girl, I came along, 
And you took that stoically

After two boys, you were justified
In wanting a girl
But that did not diminish
your love for me
I was left bereft of a sister and
blamed you
Inwardly, foolishly,
for not giving one to me
In my infancy, I made life
difficult and tiring for you
You took that as a challenge
and gave me the best childhood
a child could ever get
Yet, which child is satisfied,
I asked for the moon

In my growing days, you were
my source of boundless energy
Yet in my failures,
I always took refuge
in blaming you for my lethargy
You took my selfish behaviour
with a wry smile
And put it away assuming it was
an adolescent’s innocent guile
It was not as if you pampered me
and didn’t spare the rod
Whenever you felt matters were
getting out of hand
You took control and spanked me
to show who’s boss
And when I sulked, you smiled
and offered me candyfloss

As a young adult, I began
to understand your sacrifices
How dame luck connives
and throws life’s unfair dice
You helped me conquer
my every weakness with flair
And taught me the value of
dealing with people fair
You were always there when
I needed you the most

Now, that you are not there
I feel inadequate and lost
I am learning to live and cope
like a hapless child again
Hoping time heals and I shall
my confidence regain
Mamma, I salute you
For the way you restrained
And sustained me.
May your soul rest in peace.

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Chicks


Dawn of spring brings chickens in the family way
When humans are busy gazing at the flowers,
The chickens have got their love priorities right
Instead of lazing away life, spend lusty hours

Chicks born in springtime are active healthy and strong
A secret the wise chickens did know all along
Chicks are like cotton cheese balls so cute and cuddly
Unlike grown-up chickens that have bone beaks oblong

They need to be sent away to the meat markets
To be skinned and hung, sad, they have no right to live
Ironically, pampered, such are fluffy chicks
If only feathered two-legged friends could perceive

Beware, chicks are advised not to devour too much
Raised in farms and fattened, injected and treated
If they don't look after themselves they will end up
On the dinner table, spiced and marinated

To look after their weight, if they are to live long
Enough to enjoy life and sing the Chicken Song

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The Last Resort


I am…

The last resort for all your problems
Come to me even when all doors have closed
I shall be waiting to give you succour
Because you’ll be needing it the most

I am the force that lifts you
Give you confidence that you need
To mingle again after a heart-break
Unmindful of mine, your ego I shall feed

You only come to me when your heart’s broken
Never of your own free will, to be with me
I do my best to mend your broken heart 
As I’ve learned to be patient to a great degree

Your affection towards me is for a reason
Love, I know is not what brings you here
You pray hard I’m not aware of your designs
But I’ve known all along that which you fear

You never did know why I pursued you
Even when I know you are still playing with me
It’s because in love you’ve learned to take
And in love, I’ve learned to give you my soul with glee