Defeated

Oh Plant, I’m defeated,
Defeated to you,
Me Human.

When I look at you,
I find myself
so small! So mean! so selfish!

When I compare,
Your life and that of mine
I see the contrast of Good and Evil.

You are the God, I believe
And I ask myself,
Am I not the Devil?
.
Oh Plant, I’m defeated,
Defeated to you,
Me Human.
.
You give us breath to live
And food to eat and grow.
Give us rain, relief from pain
in our sufferings and woe.
.
Oh Plant, I’m defeated,
Defeated to you,
Me Human.
.
Glaring at me,
I feel shame to thee,
I’ve nothing to give.
.
I’m a thief, I’m a Demon
I put off your life,
I live on your flesh.
Yet I cut off your throat
build castles with your bones.
.
Oh Plant, I’m defeated,
Defeated to you,
Me Human.
.
My civilization of motion,
My search into the space.
Also fueled by you,
Your ancestors’ remains.
.
So I hide my pride,
Oh Plant, on shame
I’m defeated to thee.
.
I beg for your mercy,
I’m Worthless Human.

Date palm trees where weaverbirds built their nests

There they were three
Date Palm tree.

They were there waiting to be killed
for committing no crime to mankind
but for meeting It’s starvation for space.

They bore tasty little fruits,
I loved them a lot to eat
and gave my friends as treat.
In winter they gave us juice,
So sweet! So warm!
and I would keep waiting
For winter to come.

There they were three
Date Palm tree.

Though they didn’t Vex
those three men with axe.
They came and fell them down
one by one.
They axed them into pieces
when other pieces dried.

There they were three
Date Palm tree.

No one did cry
no plants, no human, not even I

Only a few weaverbirds chirped,
whirling over our heads
encircling their nests
fallen on the ground
which rested there on top of the tree
little while ago.

There they were three
Date Palm tree.

I wished, I get the nest
which was intact than the rest,
rested beyond my reach
at the tip of the fallen tree.

It was so beautiful to look!
I wanted to decorate my room.

I tried, but soon I cried ‘ouch! ‘
A pointed leaf of date tree
pierced my leg, I restrained.
But a man of those three

Soon came with a knife
chopped and punished those leaves
and fetched me the nest.
I rewarded him with a smile.

There they were three
Date Palm tree.

The weaver birds chirped
whirling above perhaps cried
as I was carrying the nest.
How nicely they’ve woven the nest!
I was thinking and ‘wow! ‘I exclaimed,
there were nestlings inside!

There they were three
Date Palm tree.

Nestlings were so lovely,
so cute, I touched them softly,
took them on my palm with care,
much care, lest they fall and die.
Death! I feared ‘No I must save them’
I thought myself ‘I must help thee’.

There they were three
Date Palm tree.

Soon I rushed to the man
sought for his help again.
I wanted him hang the nest there
in the branch of a coconut tree near.
‘It won’t be that easy to save them dear ‘
he said as he thought for a while.
But lastly he did what I wished.

There they were three
Date Palm tree.

He climbed the coconut tree, I knew for me,
threw the other end of a rope
where I tightly tied the nest.

Gently, carefully he took it to the top
he tied the nest there in the rib of a coconut leaf.
The weaver birds still whirled chirping,
I thought now they laughed.

Give your child a heart

Give your child a heart, Oh, Mother
Give your child a heart.
Heart that makes them kind
Oh, Mother, heart that rules the mind.

Give your child a heart, Oh, Mother
Give your child a heart.
Heart that makes them wise
Oh, Mother, heart that fights the vice.

Give your child a heart, Oh, Mother
Give your child a heart.
Heart that tells them to care
Oh, Mother, heart that tells them to share.

Give your child a heart, Oh, Mother
Give your child a heart.
Heart that nourishes the hurt
Oh, Mother, heart that consoles the heart.

Relative happiness

Now happy they are
they do not have a car.
Or they’d have the sorrow
the car was so narrow.
The car was so cheap
the color was so deep.
Model was so old
inside was not cold.

Now happy they are
they do not have a car.
Or they’d have it to say
their relatives and friend
they were going to buy
A car of new brand.

Now happy they are
they do not have a car.
They do not have the grief
that the car’s so cheap
that the car’s so narrow
that the car’s not cold
that the car’s so old.

Everyday I pass you by

Everyday I pass them by
motion takes me away.
I didn’t like to go,
I didn’t like to move,
but motion took me away.

Everyday I pass them by
motion takes me away.

I wish,
I go there with them
in the playground, I play game.
I didn’t like to go,
I didn’t like to move,
but motion took me away.

Everyday I pass them by
motion takes me away.

I wish
I go there with them
in the pool I also swim
also catch fish and crabs
in the mud and clay.
I didn’t like to go,
I didn’t like to move,
but motion took me away.

Everyday I pass them by
motion takes me away.

I wish,
I go there with them
in the field, I also roam
also run to catch the kite
throughout the day.
I didn’t like to go,
I didn’t like to move,
but motion took me away.

Oh, my life,
Everyday I, pass you by
I do not like to go
I do not like to move
But motion takes me away.

I can look into your heart

I can look into your Heart
and also I can see.
How much love and care
there you kept for me.
I can see
how much you do think
for my health, for my need.
And also I can stare
How much you do share
your pain, your sufferings
And how much you don’t plead!

I can look into your Heart
I can see
the little bit of scorn,
kept hidden in care
like a pinch of salt
in a tasty soup of corn.
The anguish and fire
the dependence and fear,
the trust and faith
which you never spoke to me.
But I can see, I can stare.

I can look into your Heart
Oh my wife, don’t lie
I can stare your heart;
I can see your beats.
I can see your soul
Oh my wife, don’t lie
you can’t make me a fool.

Happiness is a search within

Wants are fire
Flames are woe
Happiness is a flower
nourished by a shower
How can they live together do?

Money is honey
which you earn for need.
Which you earn by labor
Gives you happiness flavor
Makes you happy indeed.

Look at the eyes of a mother
As she feeds her kids.
Look at her she nurture!
How pretty the sculpture!
Look, look, how happiness breeds!

No one can make you happy
Happiness is a search within.
as long as you sow
the seeds of grief and woe
you are caught between.

A poet’s yet to born

three two one
I’m done,
thought a lot of whole.
Lived a life of prose and fight,
let poetry be my Goal.
Friends are here,
hope they cheer
as I make a piece,
hope they write
on every byte
hope they laugh and tease.
I love them all,
who read my book
who raise me little high,
who praise my work
or breaks my heart
by telling little lie.
Hope I share,
Oh, my dear,
All that I can’t
alone bear.
All that I kept locked in my heart,
all that I can write in spurt.
I bow to all,
who raise me or fall
or gives me little thorn,
I bow to all,
I bow to all,
a poet’s yet to born.

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