"acclimatized" poems
We live in a house, simple and nice
With a garden lined with crotons in rows
Not so neatly trimmed or pruned as before
And a lawn not always well manicured
But abounding in plants with blooms of varied hue
From shady corners, orchids peep
They bring forth flowers in bunches and mass
Only on certain seasons, not the year round.
Then a visual treat to the eyes, indeed!
Trees big and small border our land
Mango trees and jack fruit trees
Coconut palms and guava trees
Twining creepers with globular passion fruits
Bushy plants of sweet and sour berries
Rose apples, papayas and Chinese limes
An epitome of country abundance!
In front of the house was once a stretch of fields
Lush and fresh with paddy plants in June
And in autumn, bent with arching sheaves of corn
Green parakeets used to come from far
To eat the grains ready to be reaped
Having their fill they would fly westward in flocks
Such scenes were a source of instant delight
But sad enough, those fields were gradually filled
In place of paddy and other seasonal crops
Industrial units, big and small have emerged
By degrees, the quiet and coolness of the place
That once soothed our frayed nerves are gone
Now an exodus of men have landed here
Laborers who have come from Northern states
To eke out a living in a better clime
Speaking languages, Bengali, Hindi and Tamil
Leaving the area noisy with incessant chatter
Along the road that runs parallel to our house
Now speeds past, motors in unbroken row
Honking horns and raising a screen of smoky dust
Spoiling the ambiance of our verdant setting
And badly impairing the neat surroundings
But with every change of scene and setting
We, like nomads cannot change our stay or dwelling
Well acclimatized to all noise and commotion
We now stick to our home, our humble haven
And strive to create within an inner landscape
Not polluted by the ravages of time or clime
Home is the sanctuary where we roost and rest
A sweet dwelling, more than all mansions blest
And it should be an abode of love where hearts embrace
Every turn of life, grim or merry with no fuss but with grace
How sweet it is to dwell beneath this roof
Our wedded life’s enduring love’s living proof!
Jul 29, 2017
Jul 29, 2017 at 9:35 AM UTC
I try to fit inside my skin
as best as humanly possible
I try to adapt and blend in to
an environment that is inhospitable
I won’t think the same thoughts as you
so I lock myself out as different
I’ll always strive for what is true
and make that my own commitment
I can’t change the essence of what I am
That will not change one small iota
I won’t lie down like a slaughtered lamb
I am acclimatized to my persona
21/11/2013
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 1:36 AM UTC
Just once, I saw your face at the blue moon hearer.
Your Hazel Eyes glistened with desire like burner.
But, your thick hanging lips were trembling feebler.
Unexpectedly, you appeared before my eyes in the lunatic night.
Your tall body was filled with youthful zest.
But, your hands were too week to catch the hazard.
Your pale face was lighted by moon and shine coldly.
But in the meantime, I'm feeling your breath of life brightly.
Such imbalanced existence burned into my mind deeply.
So, that was U.
Now, the golden autumn wind begins to blow, the colored leaves swirled.
At the small Spanish café., I Just listen to the autumn sound. Wind are blowing drearily out side.
And, I am thinking about you. Oh, my dear.
How can I forget your eyes full of wistful ? They showed me your lonely soul.
'Cause you cannot get acclimatized at any country like me, no?
I know we cannot acquaint with each other no more. But I can't give you up.
I know we cannot converse with each other no more. But I can't stop look you up.
I miss you. I am missing you...
Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 2:13 AM UTC