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I seize it, weigh it, turn it around  Paint it in colours, feel its sound  Find the night within, find the day  The seed becomes a bud, then blooms away  I hear the sea in its shell…the ocean’s swell  It takes me unawares, then rings a bell  I walk the streets tirelessly with its scent Continue reading “An idea: A poem “

Preach not to my ear  Blunt not my spear  My inner voice does appear  In my eye, like a tear  Pain, I have not forsaken  Grief, my spirit awakens  What worth are material goals  when humbled is the soul?  I will grow my own roses  with the thorns also in doses  My heart, in honesty,Continue reading “Preach not…: A poem “

We have grown up amid fake strictures  And the order of contrived didactions  That we must elude clouds  Or we may not get away  That we have learnt to leave the crosses  a little too helplessly, a little too hastily  So that we have no answers  when the hunchbacked missionary  seeks with his eyes.  OffContinue reading “Shadows and crosses: A poem “

The fire in my belly  comes not from watching telly  I know jam from jelly  The highway from the alley  Stars are made of sterner stuff  They don’t shine from advocacy’s bluff  When whispers travel from ear to ear  truth and honesty will rear  The pugilists that punched history’s bag  and in dishonour raised theirContinue reading “The change is coming A poem “

When pennies are many  it is either or any  The gift of plenty  is more than ten and twenty  How so much full of charm  is benevolent fortune’s arm  That you can get what you want  and not let a doubt haunt  You can kick anyone in the rear  And not shed a single tear Continue reading “The rich don’t fear: A poem “

We fear fire  But the flame of desire  can burn us as well  Then why fear hell?  A little candle  is enough light to handle  Greed is the face  of humanity’s disgrace  The fortress of relief  is in keeping the belief  that a bird can better fly  when needs are the sky  The thirst forContinue reading “Futile desire: A poem “

My dad, my mum and you  The dream I have always in view  Dreams can’t be broken like fragile glass  They sit like diamonds in my arms  The roads, over aeons, traversed far too often  can in my memories never dim  I am compliant with the ironies of fate  but sniff the scent of myContinue reading “The truth of paradise: A poem “

When it’s daylight  The factory comes alive  Sweaty palms  in toil’s arms  Prosaic is the stare  glued to the ware  As if the garment  was the answer to torment  The climb uphill  is the little bills  She stitches her dreads  with needles and threads  Dare to dream  if hope was a stream  When she goesContinue reading “The sweat shop: A poem “

A shadow the streetlights invoke  Cold despair’s worn cloak  Hunger has the edge of stone  Flesh sinking to the bone  Care not he for love’s grace  Or for pity from the passing face  All the wanting is a meal  A beggar sniffing at humanity’s heel  The dirt of aeons is humanity’s spoke  The dark ofContinue reading “In humanity’s dark: A poem “

The cynic and the sceptic  calls a brick a brick  The eye of the philosopher  is not in the fruit but the tubor  The heart that rues the wicked  is by reality sorely sickened  Bruised by the thorns of life’s thicket  It is cruelty that takes the wicket  A bird with a broken wing  doesContinue reading “The cynic: A poem “