Bootee!
I found
your
precious
bootee
Mom
in my dark room!
I tried
them
to my
wearied feet again.
But it's not fit?
Then I realized that
I am closer to your
resting place!
to all the mothers knitted our lives!
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An aged Woman poses in front of a shattered mirror?
The rusty pincers she holds
With shivering fingers
And she plucks her grey hair
Here & there
She noticed in the eye brows too
few appears?
Dark rings below the eyes
And wrinkles on her forehead.
She smiles with the mirror
And mutters; 'No change at all the secret smile
But what happened to my youthful Elasticity? '
She realized for the first time in her life
That mirrors too speak sometimes?
'Madam! I am there with you
even in your fleeing beauty? '
*[God made woman from man's rib-not from his head to top him, nor from his feet to be walked upon, but from his side to be his partner in life, from under his arm to be protected by him, and near his heart to be loved by him.]
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Library, a Teenager and the Sentry!
With the pile of books
She thinks
Next year
I won't be a teenager anymore
And after few years
My offspring would come here to read
That I am sure.
O the old sentry
Looks so wearied
And how long
He could stand
And watch the precious Library?
(For Marieta Maglas in gratitude!)
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Tortoise's feathers
Among the ruins I sat on a stone bench facing an isolated pond.
All of a sudden a tortoise came up from the muddy water.
And she's older than my Great Grandma it seems,
But she called me uncle.
Oh! How I am wearied along this useless journey?
'Hey! Uncle this isn't an ideal place to roam around,
I'll give you my feathers better you fly and try another place.'
I borrowed her feathers and said; 'Thank you.'
I flew the whole day but still I see the pond below
And I realized that I cannot fly anymore leaving the ruins.
* To the deceased Sri Lankan Veteran Dramatist Actor and Author Henry. Jayasena in gratitude.
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A blue Sun on the black Horizon!
He draws a black line
with the pastel
my grandson,
And I draw on that
a blue circle.
Then I suggest
You bring this
to an art competition
and let them choose the title.
He added some red birds
to the blank area.
How beautiful
when birds
fly in the sky
and no room
for War planes?
[Our children are living messages we send to a time and place we will never see.]-Unknown
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I hear the purple sky laments in a twilight
Yes, I am proud
As I am big!
And I have a Sun
Moon and stars
Extricate passing clouds
What about the beautiful rain Goddess?
Yet, I am far away
from precious human beings?
*[The man who wins may have been counted out several times, but he didn't hear the referee.]-H.E.Jansen
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In good days and bad days!
While resting in the prison of life
You strum your sensitive heart strings
That play the tune of innocence!
And you light a half burnt candle
on the altar, place a tiny fragrant flower
Kneel and pray, request benefits
A solace for the wound
That never heals?
In good times and bad times
You sing that short song
For a long life?
[Choose a job you love, and you'll never have to work a day in your life.]
-Confucius
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And he writes;
'I buy a bottle of red wine
from the lottery scratch
but it's not much?
Just a ten dollar bill.
And I try to eradicate
my bad cholesterol.
I take only a teaspoon
before the supper
but I noticed the level
that goes down faster
to the bottom,
Then only I realized
It's a tablespoon
I have used?
*to that homeless who said; 'If this not a non-filter cigarette we could have shared it brother, believe me I do not have any sexual transmitted diseases and try a puff if you like? '
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Snow flowers bloom along the angry roads?
In the spring
I was like a string
Loosen the knot
from an old Bollard
in a Yacht Harbor?
As I walk along the angry roads
Still snow flowers bloom
in the Spring season?
I am so sorry
As no proper secured place in my heart-room for You!
Burning all over like an oven before the Autumn
Being an adult diagnosed with Depression!
[In 1950's my barefoot never cried? But now with all the comfortable shoes it's really painful the sole? ]
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When Earth shows anger
I realized that you too get angry sometimes as human beings.
But you should serve a substitute instead of ferocious Quake.
The innocents poured precious tears in their lifetime
But no gratitude shown at all.
I won't blame you as I know since my childhood
Earth is a graveyard.
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Those scattered flowers nobody picks?
Sad indeed as they're stampede
by the the puritans' feet?
Do not search freshness or the fragrance
Even with the broken petals
Still they're flowers?
[Five years since I left home
and now sick in bed,
I hear that cuckoo in dreams! ]-'Sad Toys', Takuboku.Ishikawa
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A pleasant mood of a ragged Angel!
A street child smiled
As a Lottery Winner!
And I inquired.
She has found a pencil stub
and an eraser
in a trash bin?
*[There's no experience better for the heart than reaching down and lifting people up.]-John Andrew Holmer
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An old bee in retrospect among the fresh flowers?
['I had three chairs in my house; One for solitude, two for friendship and three for company.']-Henry David Thoreau
Is this the same old garden?
But a juvenile gardener
watches there
and variety of fragrant flowers!
I am just an old guest
with this tattered satin coat
and they do not pay any respect?
I remember the bygone days
How Roses were shivered
When I hummed and roamed around
And Daisies humbly worshiped
when my strong wings fluttered.
O the old age is sad & wearied
and nobody wants to pass a friendly smile
withered flowers too quiet and don't know why?
Anyway, I do not keep any grudges
That I can promise though you ignored?
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The Quiescence here like his deep poems!
'Here you come to New South Wales'
The board by the roadside glitters!
And I got down from the bus
A limousine for the first time in my life?
O it's an unusual quietness in this burial grounds
Situated in a small town perhaps his birth place?
At last after roaming around
I found his humble tomb!
I touched and it's cold
Like frozen death,
Suddenly I woke up!
But I was not certain
Whether it's morning
Or still it's night and where I have been
With my teary eyes?
*[He sent me his two poetry books 'Poems that bloom in my garden & The ancient poet', few weeks before he dies and this was written on the back with his mischievous hand writing and the friendly signature! .................To Nimal, my brother & friend thank you for being who you are.-Paddy Martin]
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The benighted Asylum
I flapped my arms like a flamingo.
But I realized and found.
There are no wing feathers like a fledged?
My dear benefactor!
Why did you fling me into this vast sky to flee in vain?
Not giving me an address or an addressee?
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A Raven cries near the Mulberry bush
I have flown all over the sky
And really dishearten
of the Freedom!
Do you have enough room
for me to caged?
Then the philanthropist replied;
'I have a caged bird a different color
And she wowed to stay forever,
If you're able to compromise her
Frankly telling you that I have no any fear? '
*Disco Queen Donna Summer dies at 63
and my deepest sympathy to her!
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The Herbal Oil Vendor
My poor Mom was in the General Hospital
For an immediate surgery
And we take her meals everyday
Brother and I are alternatively.
The Herbal oil Vendor in his Sixties
Who stands at the entrance gate
And sell his precious stuff.
He boasts; ' These bottles are worth than money
Straight away from Himalayas
And the one and only remedy for loss of hair.'
He's totally a Bald headed
And nobody query why don't he applies this panacea?
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Horse fell down and Jockey runs?
Horse-Slaughter
for human food
And they tell
It's a delicacy.
The man's best friend
next to dog,
Run to dinner tables
from racecourses?
Wise man explored
It's very high in protein
and very low in fat.
This hungry man walks towards the cannibal era
from Civilization?
[Only decent people I found in the Racecourse are Horses.]-James Joyce
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A tendency to ignore the realities of life?
Painter! Is this a void picture
Or am I blind?
Let it be in its true colors
And please do not whitewash.
Poor carpenter who makes for others
But in his house there's not a comfortable chair?
And the skinny Mason does leveling
on this unbalanced World.
That luminous board never says
The right place where the road ends.
On the way I met her holding an Hour glass
and she gave the name and address
in the pitch darkness!
When I read it under the dim street lamp
O it's just a blank paper?
to my friend Pranab who lives in Calcutta!
*['What I am looking for is a blessing that's not in disguise.']-Kitty O'Neill Collins
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A Gadfly drowns in a Brewery
Oh! That's a marvelous place.
I didn't taste it yet I was very dizzy.
My wings totally got wet
And hardly I escaped from the cauldron.
Straightaway I flew to a country Pub
Where the drinking companions rushed.
Landed on the brim of a mug
And listened to their conversation.
Some they sing, laugh and dance
Some argue with the deeds.
But I found a soul at a table corner
Who cries alone.
I was so sorry and realized later
When a dumb got drunk he only cries
And what else he could perform?
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This Glass Door Is Remain Unlocked at All!
Stress......... mental & menstrual disorders
Unnecessary pregnancies without fathers
Family planning, backbite as same as snake bite in the civilized jungle society?
Younger generation not worried from where they come and where do they go?
They just enjoy the slippery lfe!
Recently I have been to one of their parties
O the dim light in the dancing hall
Hardly I recognized the transparent balloons from safe condoms?
This handicap man with sciatica of the tinkering life
Left aside with his soul dancing?
Yes, I found the glass door but it's locked and the passage is dark
And I realized the Heaven & Hell both are dark when lights off!
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