May 2020
It was Fourteenth Day
Month was just like any May
And 1955's the benign year
A life's born to see & hear
At time (day time) three o’ clock….
As last child of an Indian wedlock
I don't know why on this day
Like a Oliver Twist I always feel
All desires of a bash simply fade
For a mind without any strong keel
6, 16 or 61 … just a useless tag of aging
Agony-irony just do not leave my name
In continuing match of disease versus health
Somehow I seem to be a winner of game.
Distrusting any rush of blood to head
I simply duck the lure of rampaging energy
Any goal is achievable step by step
Better are two heads if acting in synergy
Think before you decide to blast anytime anybody
Why criticize if you don't have a better plan
Pool all pieces info before piecing them together
You will be more convincing, speak with elan.
Read all that can come to your own home
Must try hard not to jump to conclusion
Trust a kid if he throws up a catchword
Lean to make good friends to avoid seclusion.
Month was just like any May
And 1955's the benign year
A life's born to see & hear
At time (day time) three o’ clock….
As last child of an Indian wedlock
I don't know why on this day
Like a Oliver Twist I always feel
All desires of a bash simply fade
For a mind without any strong keel
6, 16 or 61 … just a useless tag of aging
Agony-irony just do not leave my name
In continuing match of disease versus health
Somehow I seem to be a winner of game.
Distrusting any rush of blood to head
I simply duck the lure of rampaging energy
Any goal is achievable step by step
Better are two heads if acting in synergy
Think before you decide to blast anytime anybody
Why criticize if you don't have a better plan
Pool all pieces info before piecing them together
You will be more convincing, speak with elan.
Read all that can come to your own home
Must try hard not to jump to conclusion
Trust a kid if he throws up a catchword
Lean to make good friends to avoid seclusion.
PREAMBLE OF POEM
This may be the fourth of “pentology of poems” on my mother whom I quite sorely miss now, primarily because Mother Day last year coincided with my birthday (14 May).
If I am alive and kicking, hale and hearty, I know whom to give credit. Hordes of poems and prose in their memories are nothing. Even success in realizing the ambition of conquering world – a la Alexander -- would have proved to be nothing. Thanks to the benign effect of their parenthood, I cannot think of subjecting world to any war …even if I can.
In fact I tried to give a new data to women, instead of those (36-24-36) they had been forced to live up to since time immemorial. New data is no less beautiful as that neatly sums up loyalty quotient to a child. When latter is about to go to school(6), she is there. When the year of great biological upheaval comes (16), she is there, too. She departs only when the child has fully matured (61).
Children and women of the world should both thank me, eh?
This may be the fourth of “pentology of poems” on my mother whom I quite sorely miss now, primarily because Mother Day last year coincided with my birthday (14 May).
If I am alive and kicking, hale and hearty, I know whom to give credit. Hordes of poems and prose in their memories are nothing. Even success in realizing the ambition of conquering world – a la Alexander -- would have proved to be nothing. Thanks to the benign effect of their parenthood, I cannot think of subjecting world to any war …even if I can.
In fact I tried to give a new data to women, instead of those (36-24-36) they had been forced to live up to since time immemorial. New data is no less beautiful as that neatly sums up loyalty quotient to a child. When latter is about to go to school(6), she is there. When the year of great biological upheaval comes (16), she is there, too. She departs only when the child has fully matured (61).
Children and women of the world should both thank me, eh?
