Man

Man's mansions
Castles he build
It is his fashion
To destroy and rebuild
                                      It touches the sky
                                      Like a cloud of smoke
                                      He need to fly
                                      In balloons to look
Life is mystery
Or a dilemma or doubt
Where is his history
That sways like a cloud
                                    He is in slumber
                                    Inaware he snore
                                    He does not know
                                    His days are numbered
Has he any faith
On God Almighty
Why is he afraid
Of always night
                                                                                                                          (written in 1999)
                                  
                                      

The hunterman

 The bowman aims
 his arrow
At the singing
sparrow
His mind doesn't
wander
Nor does it wonder
his aim should
not miss
From the object does
he look
At night he does
read
The verse book on
the bed
He need not look
for food
He need not work
on days
He is rich and
learned
He is bad and
healthy
To go and hunt
is his game
Not to make name
or fame
The bowman missed
his aim
As a beetle hit
his arm
That saved the
little sparrow
From death as
well hallo
                                                                                                                            (written in-1999)

Morning

Light the lamps
        To welcome the morn
Chant the prayers
        And announce the dawn
Sprinkle the flowers
        On the lawn
Shout the conch shell
        Or the horn
See the Sun's rays
        Thoruth the mist
Listless breeze
        Though do not freeze
Counting the houres
        Give me your hand
To mesh the harvest
         This is a village
For country folk
         By crackling laughter
The maidens flutter
          Let us all sing
And rock the swing
          Light the lamps
To welcome the morn
                               (written in 1999)

The Drummer

Do you murmer
My dear drummer
Do you hammer
Track me the grammer
I am a farmer
Do not know the grammer
I am a roamer
Are you not homer
Are you my lover
Do you drive rover
Give me that flower
My name is fowler..
                          (written in 1999)

Loaf

Sit at the window
Close not the door
Bird on the roof
      Look at the clock
      In that room in the block
      The Sun does look
      At the man with the hook
                                       (written in 1999)

Duty

Do your duties well
Fear not the hell
Don't you hear the bell
Listen to that very well
      The ploughman plods his way
      When the country lay
      He has been busy with hay
      In the month of May
Do not like me nay
Kindly left my way
The Sun withdraw his ray
It is time to pray
       Have you got your pray
       Is it white or grey
       It is time to rain
       To sit on the lawn is vain
                                       (written in 1999)
              

Peacock

She looks very proud
Care not the crowd
Look at her grace
On us she does gaze
              Why does she glare ?
              Why can't we stare?
              Look at that mare
              Quiet jolly and rare
                                        (written in 1999)

Hunger

For bread and butter
we wait at the shelter
What do you mutter
pull down the shutter
                               Enjoy your supper
                               you enjoy from the gutter
                               Wings of hunger flutter
                               get it from the gutter
Do not be so cruel
we do not gruel
Like logs or fuel
stomach flames for fuel
                                   You have been told
                                    not to hang on or hold
                                   We cannot spare
                                   such foods are rare                                


                                                                                                                        (written in 1997)

Glory of GOD

I like to tell you a tale of

the glory of god,

Once,a the girl in the teen of 

her age

Prayed for a handsome and

healthy bride

God was in puzzle,

who chose one

With heard and brows

as dark as cloud

He has no name or home

of his own

But he was a good deal

learned and jolly

The girl with the curles

liked him so much

So she married that

handsome boy

Still she does not feel 

that she was wrong.

Oh! the glory of god.........                                                                                               (written in 1997)

 In the memory of our beloved father,  we dedicate these his own simple poems for all  the known and the unknown  who will visit this blog.