Why do you repel death
As if you stepped on an uncouth reptile
That stupified your mirth with a sting
and stiffled your brearth with dark coils round your girth?

The sibling death was with you ever since your birth
As close and distanced  as the self-effacing unmouthed mammoth  earth.

Throughout your path
And  passage along childhood to Man or
Motherhood
You did not see the truth
That death was with you ever since your
Being to  becoming growth
As a naive and native
Star in the north.

When you giggled and smiled in sleep-shell
the death was smiling with you as well.
When you dreamed and deemed yourself immortal
The death was kind at your daring mettle.
When you forgot to know the worth
Of the Love Smith
Who carved you as the crown of creation
The death was with you, an emphatic narration, a gentle witness of your lavished wishes of yourself.

Death was around you
Embracing your kiths
With valour indepth
And a love of eternal strength!

Still you strolled  uncontrolled to count your mortal home and hearth,
Ephemeral wherewithal

Death was ever loving
And lent you a free living
Even when you were  ailing.


Still you failed in your mirth
To listen and learn
From  what its worth
Still he is mute and modest as earth
And a caring and guiding  north star.

Then why do you loathe
And  show dearth of love to the one who
Loves all in equal strength
And blanks out all balance sheets,  
That credit and debit all accounts on earth
To the remembrance bank of infinity
without showing any disparity?

Musa stands for banana
But his name sake was Furhana
His headwear folded like samosa
Not to be confused with mimosa
Yet the fold was like Koya's head towel
Even the fantastic Ayamu's downwell.
That said: Koya heckled with his sickle knife
Never failed in the field to sit and file
The blade to trim out the hedge's tendrils rife
Closed one eye to see the fence's profile
The cutting-hedge technology of fence
Continued without denouncing offense
Rarely reaching any end, the dense
Fence talk gains again as every day commence.

Beauty creation was his faint inclination
At the entrance of the tea plantation
Stationed near to the police station
Part of his task unasked in the division
Was standing and talking to the man on the bike
Talks like, the strike, the Labour wages hike,
How to dodge a strife for a fair bounty
With words coated with 'chondy-chandy sugar candy.
For its said, he can wear any colour, I-uhml-green or P-yellows
To send jaundice or dainties to the Poor-fellows.
The talk prolong as the baron mellows
Till the madam's call comes from the bungalows.

Back to Musa, sorry for the interruption, he was left behind the lines...
For names of Mayan, Maanu and Jaanu make a beeline
Like Beebi and Kaybee,  maybe the guy too, sounding Shanghai,
All are bonanza, for a due stanza.

Musa chirped with chops of English
And fizzed out the name of fish and dish
Proud that he worked even with some British.
Once he mumbled the name mom and mummy
To call out his humble wife to introduce
The visiting chummy colleagues, over there.
Her numb eyes goggled out of a slimy shawl to reduce
Her head to a crummy Kameez that beleaguered  on her.
Not knowing what his trendy husband is telling,
And why he is calling her before them, Asia instead of Aisha!
His friends knew her trouble and told her its alright
And that made her feel she is the same Ayichumma on her own right.

Once Musa stumbled on the name 'chips' at a shop in the city;
Ordered the same along with other civil society
While seeing it packed, he grumbled for his stupidity
And burst out, "O, just the Koya fried banana, that's aplenty in our vicinity".
The shopkeeper gave a laugh,
And there, Musa left in a huff!

Why do you thrift speaking? she asks him very often.
He is choked with words,
Over cooked and sticking each other.
But still he keeps quiet.
She likes to be heard.
He too to listen.
There is less effort in
Listening than  to lisp.
The truth is that
formless word is God!
When it comes out of her mouth it had transformed into a form. But when the words
Butterfly out of her mouth it takes wings
And sings
soothing his sense.
He tries to see in her speech
And in each of her word
The formless presence of  
God.
This keeps him still quiet,
A silent reverent listener.
Hence she asks him often  why
Do you  thrift speech?!!
He smiles and keeps listening...

Lord if you can hear all that your creations talk and think
I am sure you are the Father of all snooping.
Now tell me one thing
Is it not true that you created this world simply
Because you wanted to
apply
And test your great skills
You learned from some cosmic university?
Or is it just because you felt deeply to try your hand on life and forms  similar to creatures you had seen and copied from some other lands who have exclusive patent for such creatures?
Then I am sure you are the Ist plagiarist!
Have you got arrested? And sentenced for eternal life?
Because nobody had ever told to have seen you and had a realistic talk with you.
Leave it, for I don't know if this will offend you and get your spies to punish me.
But O Master, please pardon me if you have such powers; you know after all I am a tiny creature created by you. So you can afford to ignore me.
That feels good for me! So let me take some more freedom, to ask you; Please don't mistake me, why do you seems to be such an utter fool? Sorry for using some hard words, after all the the words are your gift only.
But master with your permission, let me put in this way, see you seems to be quite contradictory in some areas.
See, for example
Living and none living things  you created amply,
Filled earth  with all supply;
And  told man and woman to eat drink and multiply.
Till date we obey your words and comply
In our daily life as you told word by word our skills we apply.
But you seem to send wrong messages through your messengers to detach from all worldly affairs and turn to you.
Also you teach us to follow you leaving everything that you created, family and friends, our possessions and all comforts etc.
What is it Lord, you pulled us into captivation  and now tell us to leave everything. Is it not double talk? Then I am sure you are the Father of all double talks!!!
But one thing is striking me because today's politicians are doing the same thing to demoralize their opponents.
Let me ask you one final thing
But I am sure you will keep silence just like your today's counterparts.
Sir you had sent out Mr. and Mrs. Adem from your beautiful garden, let me ask you was it not part of a conspiracy?
You just wanted to throw them out of the garden because you felt they are a threat for you?
Sir, Master, please don't send your policemen to implicate me in any other fictitious cases. But for me,
If you keep quiet also know, no issues, but I just wanted to ask you, it is also a credit for you afterall I am your hand made! But Sir I will not be a threat for you. Believe me. So please excuse me. All the more you are smiling like a lion at a sparrow, so I feel pretty encouraged.
So I feel your silence is conceding to my questions. Right? again you are smiling...
Ok, in that sense you are good and generous.  So let me leave alone for a while, my respects to you. Pranam.