Tag: Poem

The Birth Control

The chickens so tiny and small
go behind their mom
a retinue on the move
so wonderful to look at
the counts one, two and three
reach in no time the two digit
a scope for human perception
who curtail giving births
scary of the natal care
afraid of the educational expense
dress, food, comforts pertaining to the children
the restriction has its own merit
as the inflation runs riot
the good fat hen walks past with pride
while her brood trots along with a please
she knows not of any hardships ever so
it is a pleasure to have a large family
well that is all for her at the moment
with that she roams with immense happiness

Tags chicken, hen, human, Perception, Poem, restriction

Actions Haiku thoughts

Vegan Meal

A vegan meals
plant food in the deal
a saturated feel.

Tags meal, Poem, vegan

hurt ignorance. Poetry

The Best Disguise.

The best disguise
is one of stealthy guise
with so many tries
I ended up as a fly.

Why did I choose a fly?
I wanted to lie
wished to be sly
so choose a fly.

A fly is here
it would be there
could be anywhere
as well as everywhere.

It is easy to be like that
I thought so in fact
how hard it turns in stat
is an experience in flat.

I became a fly for a moment
sat in a place as if in a torment
flies do not sit in a place permanent
unfortunately, I sat there adamant.

Knowing, not my disguise for a second
a child walked over me in a trend
ouch, I cried in pain with a bend
I got hurt beyond a mend.

That is the end of my disguise so soon
for not a child I would have been doomed
conceal does not come easily to me as I thought
came to know later it could be bought.

Tags conceal, disguise, Fly, Poem

Poetry

The Sole Beneficiary

The wind blows forever
the moon basks in its glory
so does the sun shines
while the ocean roars
the river sings
as the streams flow
the mountains stand majestic
with the hillocks graceful
nature is wonderful
happy and joyful
the only eyesore
be man’s neglect
he spits and spews
draws and drives
chews and churns
his greed knows no bounds
yet he does with vigour
being the sole beneficiary.

Tags Man, Nature, Poem

inaction. Poetry

Why I am so?

I am a witness
as if in oneness
I sit in quietness
just a mere witness.

I am a spectator
as if in an incubator
I watch from a perambulator
just a silent spectator.

Why am I so?
I do not know
as I notice in a row
derelictions in a flow.

If all be like me
nothing would there be
all would flee
inaction causes no glee.

Let the rest of you
leaving me out of view
rise up and speak out the due
destroy the evil in true

Tags Poem, silent, spectator, witness

Poetry soul

A Soul Into The Blue.

The passion for writing
is like a kite
above and up it flies
never does it shies
my enthusiasm rises
it multiplies in thrice
then mounts up in four folds
the thirst I could not hold
I write like a mad
pen poems of sad
poetise joy
talk with coy
know not my structure
nor my grammar
either the syntax
without an index
that is me through and through
a soul into the blue