Monthly Archives: August 2014

The Old Man


An old man out there

 lives in despair 

 a king so long 

 committed actions wrong.

 

A rigid man without respite

fell a prey to a spite

knowing or unknowing right 

 now wallows in ignominy bright.

 

Thrown he now out of his fiefdom

 has become so inactive and dumb

looks he a puppet with a drum

 comical character of his erstwhile kingdom.

 

Childless he is,  this  wealthy man

adopted  a son from his own clan

 who hatched out a  clever plan

that entrapped the old man.

 

KnowsComic_Book_Guy_at_the_hospital not how to come out 

 the old lion seems worn out 

Would he regain his strength?-a doubt

worry his kin all throughout

 

 

Two Green Trees


Saw through a window 

 two plantain trees over and above

nestled they close to each other 

looked like affectionate brothers

their leaves seemed to bid

 their greenery was one of mirth

the potency was one of great wealth

 not that of monetary in a sense 

but that  much of gregariousness

compiled with thought in diligence

the leaves store a lot of chlorophyll

long and broad at the same time 

enough to hold many a dish in fill

their flowers are most unusual

look they towards the  earth in a dual

have a unique colour of their own

a blend of red and pink in tone

hold they inside a store of values

medicinal to the most in a clue 

drive they the toxins from body

its stalk seem so tender 

yet  have great qualities to render

they too have a strain acclaimed 

 befit they to  the fame

nurture they the medicinal properties 

 fit enough to expel the kidney stones 

the bananas that come out  in stock 

turn golden-yellow in a block

savoury they are all the more 

delicious and sweet  they are 

eaten fresh or made into a milk-shake

become a curry when unripe  

whilst they are still green 

sauté with chilly and salt

fried deep or baked soft 

A gifted plant  or a tree whatever 

 you might call  with pleasure 

a sight lovely to look at 

with awe and gratia  true.

 

 

 

 

 plantain tree

A Nightmare


A fortnight it is since 
satisfied with a rinse 
confined to bed all through
 coughed with all might in true
temperature high throughout 
could do nothing in real
 lay there with eyes  on the tile 
a horrible fortnight in all
have scathed through the great fall.

If it recurs once again
know not how to deign
the suffering is one of hardest 
has kept me from all at the farthest
could be termed as a battle 
made me toss in bed with a prattle
talked  disoriented in delirium
lost the coveted equilibrium
a nightmare now gone. 

 
 almost dead.

The Rose Again


It is a rose again

 that promotes a gain

 it is not a feign

 but seen very plain

a beauty in form 

above all norms 

 no measurements in straight 

 random and bright 

colourful it is through

a lovely rose in hue 

 petals soft as  drops of dew 

 around the birds flyrose

the butterfly zooms 

 the rose  gives a room

with a lively bloom

dispels their gloom

that be the rose again

 promotes a vast gain.

 

 

 

 

 

The Ebb


The flow is harsh

 comes there clogclogss

in lot of sorts 

big and small

red and brown they fall

 at times very scary 

at moments very crazy 

yet the flow never stops 

not does it flop 

 it is a kind of drain

teases the brain

yet it goes on and on 

causes a terror

terminates in an anger

 thus it ebbs  up and down 

gush and brown.