I.
I Wish You Were
Happy, Mother
(Published in the Collection ‘Poems for Mum’ by anchorbooks 2006, London)
Welcomed and caressed
In your protecting hands,
I could sense a quiver in your heart,
see the glee in your moist eyes,
In your protecting hands,
I could sense a quiver in your heart,
see the glee in your moist eyes,
A feel of warmth in your sugar-filled voice
That prompted me to take my first steps
To dream out your dreams that I ought to take
On the lines of your vision, and of your mentor;
Tentatively sentimental, you were like all mothers
That prompted me to take my first steps
To dream out your dreams that I ought to take
On the lines of your vision, and of your mentor;
Tentatively sentimental, you were like all mothers
That I might not
show up safe in alien places,
you relinquished your dreams personal,
you relinquished your dreams personal,
With half-closed eyes, sleep talking caution,
Eager in the wait for my return every time,
All the anguish in your lovely eyes that prayed;
As tied we were, fast, by the umbilical cord,
Pregnant with all moral and emotional bonds,
and placental vestiges of pageantry ethical;
you could half-discover your beloved in me,
But you were afraid I might turn a distant adult,
And liked or not, you fondled me as a baby to the last,
with dignity and grace a countenance could stand,
weeping like a child in my wounds and cuts,
standing in place of Creator though repenting on Earth,
Shooed all surrogates and evils away;
And now that my angel is in far-off Heaven,
no new moons can be brought down
to put them in garlands to decorate your image,
Eager in the wait for my return every time,
All the anguish in your lovely eyes that prayed;
As tied we were, fast, by the umbilical cord,
Pregnant with all moral and emotional bonds,
and placental vestiges of pageantry ethical;
you could half-discover your beloved in me,
But you were afraid I might turn a distant adult,
And liked or not, you fondled me as a baby to the last,
with dignity and grace a countenance could stand,
weeping like a child in my wounds and cuts,
standing in place of Creator though repenting on Earth,
Shooed all surrogates and evils away;
And now that my angel is in far-off Heaven,
no new moons can be brought down
to put them in garlands to decorate your image,
On this happy Mother’s Day.
II. Glory to the Queen
(Published by Forward Press, London, commemorating
Her Majesty, the Queen’s Birthday)
Glory to Her Majesty be
as world regal personify
in her grace and warmth,
the hoary past in goodwill
a royal family could bring,
epitomize in her character!
Let the Lord shower
His blessings truly
on her glowing smile,
evidence the hope
for greater peace and amity
shall rule the earth
like before and forever.
III. Five Selected
Haiku published by the World Haiku Foundation :
1.streetbeggar
. . .
as I fumbled for coins
he requests my credit card
as I fumbled for coins
he requests my credit card
2.sun journeying
I faltered in my sleep
dawn that side
I faltered in my sleep
dawn that side
("sun journeying" - World Haiku Review,
Haiku of Merit- World
Haiku Review, Volume 7, Issue 2, August 2009)
3. teardrops
a by-product of my No's ...
her handy tool
a by-product of my No's ...
her handy tool
("teardrops" - Muse India, in its
featured edition for short verse)
4.Winter
morning…
head to toe my blanket smells
the coffee
head to toe my blanket smells
the coffee
("Winter morning" - Muse India,
Your Space)
5.twilight . . .
a Valentine slips card
under my door
a Valentine slips card
under my door
("twilight" - Muse India, Your
Space)
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