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Sunil Mathur Poem
Anne Frank, a little girl
smart, beautiful and witty
on her thirteenth birthday
got, as gift, a small notebook
she promptly named Kitty.
Kitty soon became a friend
dear and close;
with it Anne shared
the secrets of her heart
her joys and woes.
Showcased in her diary
were events, children, women and men
drawn from school or home,
donning a charming aura
woven by the magic of Anne's pen.
Mom, Dad and elder sister Margot
were subjects of Anne's affections.
She also wrote feelingly about
friends at school, including
the adoring boys and their attentions.
Immortalised by her writing
is Keptor the math master
who gave her, as punishment
the task of writing about 'A Chatterbox'
irked as he was by her constant chatter.
A queer topic, it stimulated Anne's craft.
She cleverly justified her talking
in full three pages
terming it a feminine trait.
Keptor could not help laughing.
Followed 'Incurable Chatterbox'
as the next assignment.
With this duly completed,
peace prevailed, just for a time
as Anne failed to repent.
His pupil still chattering
Keptor's patience could not last.
He ordered her to write on
'Quack, quack, quack, says Mrs Natterbeak'
sending laughter through the class.
Not to be daunted
Anne took up the task anon.
She wrote in verse about a swan
who bit to death his three ducklings
because they talked on and on.
Impressed by the satire
Keptor joked about the verse
in all his classes, reading it to them.
To Anne's talking
he was no longer averse.
Copyright © Sunil Mathur | Year Posted 2015
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Sunil Mathur Poem
The view is one of rare and ineffable beauty
as our plane passes over the Himalayas.
Mountains, enveloped in dense forests
embroidered with meandering rivers and streams
exude the soothing radiance of green.
The sky is a panoramic show of clouds
appearing in myriad forms:
layers of vapor surging forth;
fluffy balls floating around
or nestling against mountain peaks;
a goddess majestically looking down;
and soon,
a lion looming through the mist.
All at once, the show climaxes:
it's clouds and only clouds crowding the scene.
They look like mountains of snow outshining
the real snowy peaks they now hide;
as they hide everything else: even the blue sky
peeping out through chinks.
Copyright © Sunil Mathur | Year Posted 2015
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Sunil Mathur Poem
See how the mighty Sun strives
to peep through a thin film of black clouds
that before long completely enshroud
it, cutting off the light
that brightens the world and our lives.
Jealousy, darker than clouds and more vexatious,
throws upon our minds its cloak of insanity,
shutting off rays of wisdom and humanity.
It puts our thoughts in such turmoil
that we see truth in what is false or fallacious.
This obsession, born out of lust, anger, greed,
the three gateways to hell that plague mankind,
can make us blind
to the pain or feelings of others,
and capable of violent and evil deeds.
(Submitted: 28th August, 2015 by sunilmathur)
Copyright © Sunil Mathur | Year Posted 2015
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