"touristic" poems
The mob, elites, journalists
As well as poets like I
To our environment-unfriendly bent
Turning a blind eye
Also tardy in asking "Why
We strip of mother nature's green mantle,
While to maintain the statuesque
It gets locked in a sever battle?"
Equally not checking overgrazing,
We allowed fertile soil and sand
Amok,wild floods ride
To a close by touristic lake,
Whose mouth an expansion
Used to make
As much as its foreign body intake.
Soon,with the vast array of
Flora and fauna it supports,
Before we knew it
The magnificent lake died
Ceding place to a barren land,
An eyesore that looked a dump yard!
Feb 20, 2017
Feb 20, 2017 at 2:04 AM UTC
Cordoba is home to the largest mosque in the world,
The Mezquita's architectural splendour is a stunning monument to behold,
It is a confluence of Jewish, Islamic and Christian trinity,
Whose influence through the ages will stretch to eternity
Swarming with tourists be it individuals or groups,
Who throng the roads through which they incessantly troop,
The multi-cultural mix is what makes the sight so appealing,
One cannot but experience the inescapable joyful feeling
As one saunters through the must- visit touristic Jewish Quarter,
The innumerable winding lanes and by-lanes really do not matter,
Rows and rows of shops have a wide range of offerings,
All that one needs to do is spend without bothering
It's a gourmet's delight at restaurants when it comes to variety,
One needs to go through the menu card in it's entirety,
The trick is to experiment with different types of food,
Hopping in and out of eateries makes you feel so good
The sweltering heat does little to dampen the enthusiasm,
People go about their work with no less dynamism,
The famed Spanish siesta can still be seen at play,
With shuttering of shops and offices just past mid-day
With tourism a major factor contributing to the economy,
It is important to underscore the need to live in harmony,
This trait among people is so blatantly on display,
An ingrained culture preserved till this very day
Oct 31, 2018
Oct 31, 2018 at 8:18 PM UTC
From going out
I have to refrain
Terrified by the passing by
Corona thunder and
Pandemic rain,
Oddly defying science,
A chimera,
Looming large
Again and again.
I have begun
To pine
For old me
Freely out to
The neighborhood
And street
Somebody to meet
Somebody to greet.
After Covid-19's
Shock treatment,
My reservation
I admit
In being picky
When choosing people
I used to meet.
"Love your friend
As yourself
As God said
It has dawned on me
In humanity's treasure trove
Should come peoples' love
Of course all things atop
Must be placed
In-God-vested hope.(Mark 12: 30-31)
My behavior spiraling
Out of control
A feeble and complacent
Human being
I stretched my imagination
As if God
Has secondary or no role.
As such,
Earthly pursuit
Was my goal.
Now, as King David said, (plasm 122:1)
I reflect
Going to church,
Uplifting soul, allows
With God keeping
In touch.
It has also sank in
Brushing shoulders
With collogues
Was enthusing
Aloof, on my chair
Before I perch,
At times to do
Reading research.
I realized the money
I used to stash away
To make hay,
While others were starving
And when I could become
People hungry
Had no meaning.
I want to see
The broadmass
No more afraid
Out, on their table
To put bread!
I pined my liberty of
To and fro
Breathing oxygen free
Before the
Corona lockdown decree.
I want to project
My true face
Forced not on
My lovely face
A mask to place.
With a square shoulder
I want to walk
No more ringing
In my ear
The pandemic talk.
I want to rove the land
And fly on the sky
To feast my eyes
On touristic spots
Or goods to buy,
May God allow me
Such things again
Before I die!
I also pine to see
The day
Undertakers are
No longer in a hurry
Fellow citizens
To bury.
I pray for
God's Mercy
Gramercy!
But now
Keeping social distance
Washings hands with soap
Putting on face mask
And sanitizing is
What I advance.
Apr 24, 2020
Apr 24, 2020 at 11:16 AM UTC