Sunday, July 25, 2021

But One Day

But One Day

"Raise your arms, now your chin,
Then close your eyes and your mouth,"
I said giving a bath to my naughty little boy.
The joy of experiencing such a thing:
The way he responded to my requests
Overpowered me until I took a deep breath,
I realized with a drop of sadness and fading smile
That it wouldn't last forever, but one day.

When he returned home after earning his graduation, 
I couldn't be more proud of what he had achieved
Until with a bag of mixed feelings, I heard him say,
"I'll take it from here," only to figure out that
My boy is a grown-up now, but one day.

The long walk along the country side
With the help of my cane,
Soaking in the sight of birds returning
To their abodes against the backdrop of
Lush green hills along the water stream: 
I indulge myself in such delightful spectacles
Reminiscing about my boy once I carried in my arms -

Until I felt a sudden grab on my shoulder
For my leg slipped and I was about to fall forward.
Then I glanced at the man with gray hair giving me
An assuring nod and my fading smile returned to life.
It is all but a dream that will come true; but one day.

July 25, 2021

Tuesday, June 29, 2021

Our Mother

Our Great Mother

Her patience is immeasurable,
Her tolerance - unimaginable.
And yet, she feels burdened
While her patience runs out.
To ease herself, to save her spine,
And to save most of her children,
She forsakes a few of them
With thunder bolts of death,
Warning the rest with fury
Without showing the grief
Withheld in her eyes.
She is, my people,
Our Great Mother,

Thursday, May 27, 2021

Childhood's End

Childhood's End

A heartfelt laughter for the silliest
Of things from a child's lips
Is like adoring a blooming flower.
It is undoubtedly a celestial form
Of God from the Heavens above.

The same laughter for the tiniest
Of things from a grown-up is indisputably
Smeared with contrived mockery -
With a laughter suppressed by the lips.

The joy of childhood is not just
A seed of innocence planted at birth,
But it is in the virtue of living by it
Instead of shying away.

The easiness of simplicity is made
Uneasy by the complexity of smugness.
It is the malice that spreads depravity
Until decadence is established as an ideal.

Innocence is the freedom to be naïve,
But willing to taste the nectar of pristine
Life all around us; but not scathing it
By wearing the crown of ignorance.

The idiocy of petty fights to win over
The balance instituted by natural order
Is argued instead of dismissing it
For glorious abuses and selfish exploits.

Instead of chewing the gift of the present,
The known past and the unknown future
Stir up distress in the unconscious smile,
Even though it is the symbol of serenity.

The pretense of adulthood is a vermin
Of misery and despair to innocence;
Sadly it is nourished to a thriving child
Until the virtue is lost into oblivion.

There is a child in each one of us;
Why is it lost in the journey through time?
Aren't we all the children of God?
Aren't we all?

May 27, 2021