Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Villainy in Modernity

For the life modern the men, in group and single, run.
Villainy and vices they choose without any reluctance.
 Villains of all kinds wear costumes of shapes many.
Tyranny and tormenting others are some of the attires
The villains possess and keep in their shelves and safes.
Bribe and dowry are dominant villains of  high degree.
Succumb, the people, to their greed and odd dreams.
Use, they means, ill-legal to guard their money hoarded.
Noose if any falls on  neck,  untie it, the men, with no check
Hurdles and hindrance if any, very easily, off they kick.
 Luxury and liquor delight men, when merrily they lick.
 Sarcasm and satire is the symbol of young faces.

Disorder is the order of the day for  young and old.
 Indiscipline leads the rulers and leaders
Of both oriental and occidental arenas..
Indifference in total covers their dealings..
Corruption gets its reception in all nook and cranny.
A surfeit of surliness is found here profoundly.
Friendliness even a morsel is not there at all.

Power and penny in abundance, triumph over everything.
 And panics in poor minds confuse them every moment.
 Facilities of star status favour radicals to rejoice.
 Corrupt politics embrace crime and malice.
Fear of no kind spoils their sound sleep.
They, instead, break the quiet, calm and peace.

Would there be no end to it, should there be no savior,
A hell full of miseries will surround you sure.
The time is high we sprang against these villains.
 Oh! The sapient homo- sapiens wake up, you, now
And burry these villains in the tomb of their row
And extract only the righteous from all around..


Wednesday, January 4, 2012

'Yes, I am Happy'

Little Ann, lithe though.;
Sad at hapless state,
For not a soul to caress,
Nor a play-fellow;
Wanders amidst trees,
A certain tree ahead,
‘Lonely’ thought she,
Tiny voice that voiced,
“Are you happy, tree?”
Long- long branches
In majestic state that bow,
“ I am happy.”
Wonders little Ann,
“But you have nothing!”
Sway the branches
A smile concealed.
‘For, Good little Missy,
Wrong though you are
But earth my mother,
My father brilliant sky,’
 ‘Oh! The good world,
My friend and fellow,’
Thought little Ann,
Calmed by the soothing
That unawares crept,’

Thought her little mind, wondering
‘This beautiful world’
Her mother, father-everyone,
‘Earth the floor, sky the roof’
Then sweet whisper, to loving tree
“ Yes, I am happy,
 Thanks to you.”

Preeta Nair