It is a blessing
could I say
it is mercy
could I call
it is a power
could I conclude
it is what
I do not know
it is beyond
it is behind
it is all over
being a presence
one of omnipotence
one of omniscience
one of benevolence.
Tag: blessing
The display of colours
orange, red and blue
come with a wish true
orange for the blossom
red remarkable for a caution
the ocean reflects the blue
seen from the sky
so go the colours in a varied spectrum
the yellow, green and pink
the sun’s rays go for yellow
green a sign of prosperity
while the pink a sense
a caricature of love
as girls have an inclination
the soft mildness enhance
with that we go along
a speech for so long
cause not a slur
creates an enhancement
one of a tricky tone
well that is a way we win
a success found in colours
I go again with them
red, blue and yellow
come with me to sing
green, red and pink
a great going in a strength
that be it in all its chorus
that be with it in all its ambiguity.
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Grandma Calls.
Slept I like a log
a while forgot my blog
a peaceful sleep it was
nothing to disturb at any cause
hours went by in length
came a call with strength
was about to wake up
when a hand-held me .
I saw a woman in her mid fifties
smiled she with love
caressed my hair with care
felt she had a piece to share.
She called me by name
I looked so tame
wondered how did she know
a woman from many decades ago.
With a graceful move in all sides
asked what made me talk about her
more frequent these couple of days
is there any reference of case?
I blinked all the more in a quandary
said she with poise she is my grandmother
who passed away sixty-seven years back
few months before my mother’s wedding.
Startled I sat up with a shock
said she not to panic at all
in a very soft tone told me her life
when she was a devoted wife
a mother of five children
sacrificed everything for their welfare
yet not remembered by any of them
during their life time all the more.
They became the shadow of their father
great was he in his achievements rather
they knew that she was the woman behind
yet not commemorated her in trend
she did not bother about fame in life
she yearned for a reciprocal slight
Is it an unusual demand? she interrogated.
not at all grandma, I meekly replied.
My children are dead and gone
your mother was the last to go
You sing about me very late
I read your poems about me
they made me happy and sad
wanted to pay a visit to you
to offer a big thank-you.
I held her hands with reverence
apologiz
ed for my late impasse
somehow I told her these two days
her memory crossed me all the way
set the recollections in a canvas
the best one would be in my blog
the private area where I log.
Well, this would circulate through
let my cousins read through
my nieces and nephews understand
the woman who was both pleasant and stoic
realize the suffering she endured all her life
physical ailment was not well attended to
leave alone the agony of the mind .
Where are you? I whimper
I am to my place you answer
say you with a shine in your eyes
at least I remain vague in your memory
you who have not seen me at all
retain a trace of my memory
with that satisfaction I fly back
my blessings always unto you.
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The Hand That Gives.
The hand that gives
is one that loves.
Giving out is great
all others demand rate.
A generous give out
expecting nothing out
is better than a pray
taking one a long way.
How many do give?
without thought and want.
Most extend help likely
with an open agenda rightly
others for a hidden call
which would be a claim tall.
It is only a very few good souls
that render aid in a whole
giving everything happily
expecting nothing at all truly.
Life is to give out liberally.
It is not a reciprocal take strictly.
Live without any expectations nearly.
Life is beautiful with tremendous potentiality.
A child is a gift of God.
She has to grow up with a nod.
It is her life be it odd.
The way to live is her prod.
It is the parental duty to bring her up .
Affection and discipline make her reach high up.
Tending to her is an interesting close up.
No more should be expected than this one up.
Be that with your children more so.
The same holds good with your parents also.
It should be the principle in your life ever so.
Expecting nothing from anybody for whatever so.
Content is King goes the saying generally.
It is for a different context say you smilingly.
To me it is contentment that precedes others normally.
It is a special enthusiasm that evolves gracefully.
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