Roly-poly round belly
with the prankster mouse pious-
he sits with a look airy
on the great royal dais.
His large ears hear all our chants
while the little eyes twinkle.
His nose twirls as in a dance,
and irons out our wrinkles.
But soon comes time for good-bye-
we immerse, He will stand by.
Embodying divine spirits
the human pyramid soared.
Swaying with colourful wits,
the souls danced as the rain poured.
And amidst the bells of joy,
a small boy climbed to the top.
Mischievous appearing coy,
he broke the clay yogurt pot.
And as the white honey flew-
deep inside me a conch blew.
I hurry because I fear.
Worry for the path unclear.
All I do is fuss about
for I am somewhere though here.
Pages of a book unfold.
Or the kindle-mate lights up.
Day begins with folklores old
‘fore the morning tea is slurped.
As the stories roll and stir -
every word is scrutinised.
In the silence of murmur
a peppery tale is diced.
The scent of the texts galore
with the allure of a lore.
Now is the time to slow down
for the hands of time slow not.
Let those dull bygones not hound
for after-time who knows what.
Why look for a cause to fight?
Life is good and yet you whine.
The tired limbs seek a respite.
This race has no finish line.
A smile can erase each scar.
The glass will tell who you are.
My days are filled with long yawns.
Bright no more glares of neon.
Those dusks that I so longed for -
come eve and I wait for dawn.
Bullets fly to maintain peace.
Who are foes, who are allies?
Nights are long for fires not cease,
and loud are the peace rallies.
Fog of war is blur but clear-
we see but do not believe.
To the past the futures steers,
and all we ask is to live.
Truth is shamed, a lie is praised-
now unsure which flag to raise.
