Sir!
You passed me remarks on & off
that I am an ignorant!
Yes Sir!
I know only that Sun rises in the East
and sets in the West,
One plus one is two not eleven like our boss says
and the precious letter
in the English alphabet starts with 'A'
and finishes at 'Z'.
But you are not familiar with this statement Sir!
Most of the huts in this ridiculous World
Their stoves unlit for days, months and years?
All the religions I seaerched but couldn't find the right word
and ultimately it's in the encyclopedia in simple letters
'poverty'.
to my friend Pranab!
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Miss Sandy!
Troubled nature's waves
named as Sandy!
And they do all the precautions to survive?
But the poor man's hurricane longlasts since the beginning
as simple poverty and the rich binoculars
never see them as their own brothers & sisters?
to my poet colleague Pranab!
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Alphabet Lost And Found
On this fateful day, in the history of whenever,
An epidemic of missing letters has swept the land.
Whatever the cause, for the sake of future generations,
In the limited time we have been permitted, these stories must be told.
There was an apple that lost his 'a'
There was a zebra that lost his 'z'
There was a chauffeur that left his 'auffer' on the dashboard
Of the car that lost its 'r'
Well, the car had lost its 'r' in a pothole
On a street that lost its 'e'
When the garbage collector with a missing 'ector' swept it up
With a broom that lost its 'oom'
Where they gonna go without their letters?
How could they survive without their letters?
Where they gonna go to find their letters?
They gonna have to get together-
At the alphabet lost and found (alphabet lost and found)
At the alphabet lost and found (alphabet lost and found)
There was a school that lost its 'cool'
when they tired to ring the bell that had no 'l'
With all the letters gone, the spelling bee was canceled
Science teachers had their hands full
English classes could not be complete
Where they gonna go without their letters?
How could they survive without their letters?
Where they gonna go to find their letters?
They gonna have to get together
Where they gonna go without their letters?
How could they survive without their letters?
Where they gonna go to find their letters?
They gonna have to get together
Crowds of people, animals, and incomplete words have been seen at a previously unknown place to be referred to as-
The alphabet lost and found (alphabet lost and found)
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Mampi: A Girl Of 11
Pranab k c
15/07/2011
Father is blind of one eye
only the elder brother
going to lose his kidney
Mampi the girl of eleven
feels poverty silently
She can't do anything to share
She can't learn her lesson well
Mampi the girl of eleven
feels poverty silently
She dreams to share her family
She dreams to fight a lot
Mampi the girl of eleven
feels poverty silently
One morning noise everywhere
Mampi sleeps noiseless
Mampi a girl of eleven
committed suicide
Two days later
family found a suicide note
broken words of Mampi's hand
give my kidney to my brother
give my eye to my father
I die because I learnt
man can share body-parts
with others after death'
Mampi the girl of eleven years
felt poverty silently
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It's Sad the Lover's Validity of Stay Together when Expires?
On the beach
They walk hand in hand
When Sun goes down
They were separated!
She left for North
And he went to South.
The following day
Sun rises in the East
And I am sure sets in the West.
Another couple on the beach
And where do they go
Secretly I watch?
(Amy Winehouse: July 23: Found dead in London at the age 27.)
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I Fought with the Alphabet
My English teacher said; ' A sentence should start with a capital letter.'
I opposed and she detained me out of the class.
One day I sent her a letter; My dearest Love
'L' with capital.
Since that day she is very kind to me.
But still I am a simple letter.
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April
[Every tear is answered by a blossom,
Every sigh with songs and laughter blent,
Apple-blooms upon the breezes toss them,
April knows her own and is content.]-Sarah Channing Woolsey
March already gone
and I have come for a short stay.
Then May comes
When I leave quietly,
Likewise, all the months
in the old calendar
come & go?
It's so ridiculous
New year colored calendar peeps again
with big letters like new politicians?
The Headmaster who knows all seasons and the schedule
We're just a heap of pupils in the thatched life-school?
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The stamp Black Heritage of Anna Julia Cooper
I received a letter from my Attorney saying the case is now scheduled for merits hearing next year,
I relaxed totally but the stamp on the envelope pushed me into some kind of research?
I love History though I am not a Historian.
She must be a prominent figure of the land of opportunity.
I know nothing except the Sun rises in the West and sets in East?
Anyway I hope my spiritual Teacher Sandra Fowler would supply me some ingredients into this void.
I have an old poem here 'The color of my dream' which I dedicated to Maria de Jesus the Brazilian authoress for her 'Child of darkness'.
And I decided to add there Julia's name too.
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Who Plucked This Man-Bird's Discoloured Feathers?
Salivate & cries!
Tetanus,
Hysterics,
hotchpotch & this hopeless bird
caged on the top?
Pejudical to see the faraway Horizon
and no tower of strength?
to my poet friend Pranab!
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A heart-throb and the go-between
The old man dropped his precious letter
into the isolated letter box
where it stands in the gravel road.
The notorious postman who tampers letters
comes very seldom to collect.
He found only one letter in the box
but no addressee and stamps too.
He opened the letter and read loudly.
' I am an old godforsaken man
but still not senile; good for nothing my dear.
This could be a giveaway for you.
If you read this I am sure you may excuse me.
Do you know about spiritual love?
Sometimes this letter will annoy you my sweetheart!
Take it easy honey as I am a dreamer.
I am lonely and frustrated
and I need someone with a goodwill
who comes and stay with me forever.
I'll offer you my old hammock
and I know thousands of stories
which I can read for you on full moon days
until you sleep quietly my darling.
dedication to the letter box at ' home for the elders'
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There he goes to the Kindergarten
Hey! My little Grandson it's very happy to hear that you have already started pre-schooling.
I am sure you wake up early in the morning like a fragrant flower before the Sunrise, then you'll be my brave son!
There are twentysix letters in the English alphabet if I am not mistaken
And that would be great if you could invent another letter at least as there are lot more to write about the mysterious life.
Be good at all but do not let down your head against the unjust.
If somebody comes to fight with you without a cause,
Please do not be a timid and close your eyes like your feeble-scribbler Grandpa.
I know that you have a strong fist my Son!
Try to be a Lion at all not a Rabbit among the dirty Wolves.
* Best wishes from Kiriamma & Seeyapapa to Siluna putha!
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Lamp Post
The street children under the Pole Star
read the English alphabet.
I heard one said ' twenty six letters too much
if it's half of that
we can learn very fast.'
Very sad to hear a lame boy reads a fairy tale
'Once upon a time there lived a king'.
All of a sudden a police car came
and took them away for suspicion of a looting.
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The Unknown Pilgrim?
On my way walking home
While the Venus Star burns
in the dark sky,
The youth questioned me;
'Why the two tracks Grandpa? '
Then I replied; 'Probably one for North
And the other stretched to South it seems.'
'Nobody wants to go from West to East
And see their innocent struggle for survival? '
The Mail-Train whistled from a far
And he's disappeared all of a sudden!
I was really excited though it's my inner soul
Or somebody else from another planet?
The ragged Station Master's holding his dim hurricane lamp
and he's very inquisitive of my whereabouts.
The empty train passed slowly like a beautiful widow
Yet I couldn't trace those mysterious Railway tracks?
Yes Chum! We come like water and go as wind
He who erases our strange names systematically?
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I Scribble on A Dusty Windscreen of An Abandon Vehicle!
I believe the time has come
Lions & Tigers should mate
And give us precious Kittens
To minimize the cruelty of this ridiculous World!
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Grasshopper, Lawnmower and my sweet adolescence
Over the quiet lawn
why this Lawnmower make a big noise?
I cannot hear her chirping
and see the hops.
I remember my schooldays.
The hop-step & jump in the sports meet.
A girls school adjoining to our building
and I was in the Rambler's mischievous batch.
Go behind girls always.
It's really funny.
I gave a letter to a girl who was my younger sister's class mate.
One day my poor mom was reading the letter loudly
and all of my family members passed remarks at me.
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Alphabet Spaces
In my mind rambles
ideas which seek to unscramble
and grant me crystal clear consistency
but the more I try to wrangle
ideas about Physics and Religion
the more they metamorphosize
into same and similar.
The more I learn about anything
the less I know about the whole
of any and all disciplines;
so I succumb to debates about
T's and I's
while forgetting my alphabet.
For example, if I take my own name
and examine it minutely,
space and letter
nano-space by nano-space
I cannot ever
see a whole word or letter.
Therefore, I come away nameless and confused.
So if I wish to learn the whole
of any disciple or subject-area
I have learned
best not to get too smart about
the spaces between the alphabets.
Yet, and this my conundrum, no letter
is ever apparent
unless there are spaces between Alpha and Omega.
So, too, music is a relationship between the sound and the silences-
too much music or sound is ultimately just noise or silence.
So in my mind rambles all these inconsistencies-
what about yours?
So we have the letters of an alphabet, and the spaces in between the letters
which are necessary to understand the words they form and from these empty spaces in between, much like silence and sound form music.
From this relationship we form the words and ultimately sentences, but note sentences alone do not form coherent paragraphs or pages for that matter and ultimately a book.
So what is the moral here? Pay attention to the background as well as the foreground, the seen and unseen since only from these relationships can we glean, true meaning:
too much concentration on the latter, and we miss the meaning embedded in the former.
True creativity means we are versatile in both and it is also the perfect metaphor for the differences and similarities between Science and Religion.
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The nagging of my cryptic pillow
I couldn't sleep these days and I heard the whispering inside my pillow.
The feathers cried; ' You rest all the time but we stuck here permanently Sir, Our featherhead Boss! Don't you feel about the liberty?
We too like to fly in the serene sky and please let us come out of this thick pillow case.
We want the true freedom!
* To my poet friend Duncan.
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Once again to the poetess Sandra Fowler!
[Hi Nimal, Sandra is well and doing much better, although she's now a permanent resident of a Health care facility, will keep you posted, God bless.]-Nancy King-Badran
You're my life-school Teacher
and the West Virginian Nightingale!
But no chirps these days?
I send you this Talisman,
a tiny compass
That indicates where I am breathing now hardly.
I pray to my individual poet-God every seconds
for your immediate recovery and also I have a plan
to see you soon when my innocent wallet sounds good?
I have heard about the West Virginian Forest Buddhist Monastery
and there If I could finish my journey?
Anyway, I hope that you have already voted
to the same soul who could achieve his precious goals
for our welfare.
Best of Luck!
A humble dedication to Nancy King-Badran!
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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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The tough Landlord requests a poem?
It's very hard to find a gentleman like him,
A soft spoken, saintly figured
Who waits a long for the due rents
without nagging?
Like a feeble mother who keeps her child
for nine months in her watery safe womb?
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Ivory Tower
A Goddess rests with her harp.
The distance music and I hear her strumming.
Yet I am for a long way and stagnant.
I feel the time is walking and somebody is waving.
Days, Months and Years passed.
Hero is old, broken heart and hard of hearing.
But still she is strumming and never gets old.
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