MUSA
Clouds were sent as
shades
Over their heads
Manna the food was
Given to extrude their
hunger, Musa
On command by the
Almighty
Divided the ocean into two
To make way out for
them from chaos
He tapped on rocks
with his wand
And twelve rivers
sprang out for them
In no time.
All by the direction
of God
But they were not
satisfied with the
Heavenly manna, the
holy water and
The lapwing birds
allotted to them
They complained to
Musa that they
Could not live eating
the same food
In the whole of their
lifetime
They wanted spinach,
cucumber
Wheat, spices and
onion to
Make varied meals
Again the Almighty
reminded
The Israelites that he
has rescued
Them from the
cruelties of the
Pharaoh and guided
them to peace
But still peace is far away from them.
ONEC AGAIN
Years after I went
to my grandma’s house
An old mangostin
tree at the left corner of
The entrance, my
uncle planted long time since
The leaves of which
shuffled in the wind
Inside the compound
wall the bed of roses
Was replaced by a
doberman’s cage
The sun pierced in
through the iron rails of
The window with the
sharp glowing rays in
The dusk which
showed me the change of
Shining vitrified
tiles, in place of grey cement
On the walls,
photographs of my grandpa,
Grandma, my mother
and a group photo, me
Being on the front
row, ground, sitting cross
Legged, wearing a
cotton skirt and blouse with
A fringed hair
bunch hung down from the fore-
Head, showing a
line of teeth missing one
In the middle.
My eyes searched
and found a photo on the
Right wall in the
middle, once my uncle fixed
He described then
that it was of a great pianist
Named Frederic
Francois Chopin
I touched my ears,
close by on the wall;
I heard the
nocturne, the wind was jumping
From his piano,
from one reel to the other
Like a kitten on the
floor playing with its twin.
I longed to have my
childhood once again
With my uncle,
grandma, grandpa and my
Little aunts.
A
WHITE PAPER
A white sheet of
paper
Is a technology
To create new
inventions
In language and
literature
Invading new words
new ideas
New findings,
techniques, presentation
By discharging the
theoretical and
Mythological
structure, imposed
Upon the readers
with doctrines
And dogmatism
It leads the writer
to a revolution of writing
There is enough
space to write or think
Whether with meter
or rhyme
What is to be
written
A white paper may
become an
Instrument to
destroy the world in seconds
And to build up a
new world
Of happiness and
blessedness
It is an
inspiration to write, also helps
The writer ensure
where he stands
On the path of
writing
[LATHA SURESH]
0 Comments
