I can’t sit around the fire
To listen about the ogre
Who swallowed a whole village
The hare and the hyena
Because my forty years old Grandma
Pursues her Master’s degree.

Can you recall any mama?
Your eight-decade granny told
Of the times the animals spoke
So I can tell it to my daughter
And charge her to pass it on
Speak life to the ailing heritage,
Please mama,
Tell me a Story.

A joke is a mock
Merry though black as coke
Stupid yet doesn’t provoke
Through your ribs it’ll poke
Down the spine a firm shock
Last, in the throat it’ll dock

A joke is a lock
A swift heavy rock
On your neck a sweet yoke
Nearly makes you choke
Though not as smoke
A touch of gentle stroke
As sure you can’t revoke
A joke is just a joke.

The music disappeared
Into the blues
Those soothing notes
The elixir to the soul
Devoured by a wordy hullabaloo
The one that draws a rabble
In place of dancers
The maniacal drumming
A rhymy confusion
The one they call music
And I call it noise;
Unnecessary noise.

Doesn’t knock in your heart
Just comes in with a start
But in hers it does knock
Unwelcomed, sent off and heavy lock
Locked out without a second thought
And in your life painfully caught

To love and not loved back
To find love and to lack
Golden bitter cup of suffering
Crushed, but bravely bearing
Almighty lord above
Shake me up a little to remove
The heavy yoke of biased love.

Entice me to follow you.
To have the same school of thoughts.
You can define God in a name.
Entice me to believe that.
You can hold him in your understanding.
Confine him in your ideologies.
Entice me my dear.

Music genres can contain him.
The one that holds the universe.
A zillion light-years wide.
In the palm of his hand.
Hair styles can define his worship.
And he has meted out the heavens in a span.
Comprehended the dust in a measure.
Come on and entice me.

Let me believe you for a second.
That he can be comprehended in a dance.
Who weighs the mountains in a scale.
And the hills in a balance.
Laid the foundations on the earth.
Increase your efforts my dear.
You never know for sure.
I might just be convinced.

My great grandfathers wore dreadlocks
Yet stood firm, proud as peacocks
Patrolling their territory paddocks
Today they are a source of mocks
A representation of sheer evil
In the world we foolishly call civil
Like an attempt on a biscuit by a weevil
We lost it.

Our great forefathers drank milk
And then over the mountains take a hike
Had absolute no need for a bike
Treated all men with respect alike
We are taking concoction for drink
May never cease to suffer sick
Rounded and diabetic as tick
We lost it.

They went to schools to learn practice
Learnt virtue and shunned away vice
To obey all the elders without a voice
Then there was little necessity for police
We are learning to sit all day in office
To treat subordinates with blowing malice
Learning theory, understanding without choice
We depend on book, written advice
Alphabets unlike words know no justice
Scratching as mice full of lice
We lost it.

Fairy charming daisy
Streaming in from the east
Fairy charming daisy
Where do you live in the east?

I guess you came from the pixies
Those who dwell in the village of the beauties
Who dance in the night
And feast in the morning light
Under the babbling brooks
Reading love stories from fairy books.

Hey! You are now doing your bewitching smile?
Fairy charming daisy
How beautifully you smile.
Fairy charming daisy
I love you so!

You smile well because
You have been born so to do
And brought forth to please the sun
But hold up your face
And I will kiss you true.