The blind flower-seller
With the cane basket
and the white cane
She comes to the Sunday market
Sitting on the small bench
She sells different colors of flowers
Though she cannot see
By each fragrance of them
She knows the name and the pedigree too?
And I sniff a rare fragrance while passing
that comes from her hidden little-heart flower?
to my deceased poet friend Paddy Martin!
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A parcel from Overseas beyond the Great Barrier Reef!
As a habbit, firstly
I check the sender's name & address
Oh! It's from New South Wales
Australia, My dreamy burial grounds
To rest in peace with Aborigines!
Guess who sent the precious gift?
Brother Poet & Humanitarian
Paddy the Martin!
Two pocket size books
His poetry Anthologies.
'Poems that bloom in my garden
And The ancient Poet.'
I have not started yet the reading
But that smells a rare fragrance of a flower
In the garden of Eden!
Where the Humanity began!
Thank you is not enough
For the soft soul's honest smile
And I add this; 'Let us be friends
And smile together until we reach
The Horizon, Zenith or Infinity
Whatever it is promise to shake hand warmly!
* Humbly to my friend Paddy Martin in gratitude!
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A Wild Flower's Take Off
I hear the woods cry and the stream stops for a while
And fiery birds fly to a distant place.
An isolated boat drifts lazily and the ferryman is nowhere?
I sniff the fragrance of the hidden flower
And I feel someone keeps her in a cruel city.
This rare flower never blooms here again
That I am sure like a Sunset.
*Man! It sounds great. [Maxim.Gorky-The lower depths]
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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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A pale timid flower struggles to bloom in a competitive Summer
I do not have attractive colors
And soft petals
As same as the rare fragrance
Where the aggressive hornets require,
But I promise on one thing
Whoever comes first accidentally
I look after him well
Till I wither.
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Unseen Companions of the journey!
Hi everyone
I received this from Fay Slimm today concerning the death of our good friend Mary Martin. Please do go to the site and light a candle for dear Chrissy.
Thank you,
Patrick
I was shocked!
Mary Martin, your sad demise!
O it's really unbearable?
Paddy sent me two books before he leaves
And then you sent me his two photographs
Before you leave, how do I get things of Paddy now?
I realized life's a journey and not a race!
Tomorrow I am passing the 60th mile post
On my way to your new domicile!
We're in one family of this ridiculous segregated World!
May you rest in peace beside my friend Paddy and your best friend too,
Along this unending journey!
* I asked my beloved to light an additional candle tomorrow on my sad birthday cake and that's for you Mary!
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Buttercups under the flamboyant trees beside the lake
The old ferryman waits at the river bank
for passengers?
But only one he sees
A lass with a cane basket,
Who believes that his old fiancee's
eldest daughter?
In this off season no more buttercups
But the old flamboyant trees still stand
They only know their past friendship.
Though he grips the oars well
Yet he couldn't hold the ancient faded love?
[One does not pour new wine into old skins.]-Jesus
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An old florist still in his bachelor status
'You are almost forgotten to collect us sir,
I see the shinning town and I too like to give my rare fragrance to poor souls,
Anyway this is not a complaint but a kind request.' A wild flower begs in teary eyes.
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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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The dream of gifts!
She hugged me wholeheartedly
And gave me a bottle of Multi-Vitamins!
I kissed on her forehead and offered a second-hand book
From a junk shop.
'Kama Sutra! '
*For my shadowy friend Paddy Martin!
Here few Oxygen to you and I want to see your resurrection soon.
[ Go there, watch the Sun set over the land
You and I loved so intensely.
Taste the scent of Eucalypt
Carried on the evening breeze.]
'My Eternal Valentine'-Paddy Martin
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Scattered Dew Drops On The Sleepy Grass!
Hey! You hear the secret cries of the pale blue sky
In the morning she pretends nothing has happened
in the previous night.
The tear drops certainly disappear in the Sunrise
And my little orphan girl don't get tired with your cane basket,
Leave the dew aside and collect few flowers for the altar!
She cannot speak but her depressed eyes talk?
'Flowers too wither Grandpa! '
Her gloomy eyes murmured like a sinsong
And the gravedigger hugs her thinking of his far away grand daughter!
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The Perfume Factory
The poor sooty chimney cleaner who shouts from a top;
' Oh! These trampled flowers cry irksomely
But the inhuman machines never stop the rotation
And crush the soft petals vigorously.
My vigilance is in vain as I am totally helpless
And the proprietor is useless.'
To my poet friend Duncan.Wyllie
* [ Where it goes the human fragrance? ]
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Thanksgiving
It's a holiday
People sit down together
Give thanks and blessings
Each other,
They talk about joy and grief of bygone days.
Though it's a holiday for us,
Some brothers and sisters
Stuck in the battlefields
And when they get their vacation?
Some disappeared on 9/11
Without saying a Goodbye.
May happy and peaceful flowers bloom on this land of opportunity!
And they can sniff the fragrance of humanity
On this precious day.
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Love and Fragrance
The fragrance of a flower
Like the fragrance of a woman
Is a declaration of fertility
The poetry of seduction
When you hold a flower
When you touch your lover
Traces of the fragrance stay with you
They're ingrained in your skin
Much like the single red rose
Standing alone, erect
Aflame with desire
My passion is only for you
And like a delicate flower
Our love is fueled by a fragrance
A fragrance that is uniquely yours
A scent that demands my attention
But in the end
Without love
Without passion
There would be no fragrance
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She smiled with me at a stranger's funeral parlor
I lost my job few days ago
And no way to go?
Just entered to an unknown funeral parlor
And she smiled with me.
I noticed that she holds a white cane.
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Hey! How tactful your singsong Detective?
Hey! How tactful your singsong Detective?
When you hum a love song at home
Look around and be careful,
If it's a new song,
Your beloved must be so inquisitive?
and she may sniffs any rare fragrance
comes out from your body.
She search your whereabouts
Peeps into your well creased trouser pockets
and your day to day activities.
Any changes in your lifestyle
and in your sound sleep
She tries to explore your sweet dreams.
Not only that she jumps to your rickety rib cage
and counts your fast heart beat too?
to my beloved in gratitude!
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My school is far and the river is deep?
Loose leaf book and the pencil
Old thatch school
Not friendly with the boy
When his father's lying on his sick bed?
He grips the rickety oars
and join the ferry
to earn for the family.
In the deep river when he sees the crocodiles
He murmurs; ' Yo all are my friends
and tomorrow I'll bring you something to eat.'
But he knows the rice bin was empty at all
and the crocodile would be angry
Remember once the Headmaster's cane
for telling a small lie in school?
for Nightmute in gratitude!
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Why you so inquisitive of my whereabouts?
My night school's still dark
and the road I walk
Tar always black!
On the way,
I see rare night flowers,
They too have pearly white teeth
when they smile?
O the white Goddess
as passing clouds.
The white board in the gloomy class
Colored teacher writes on
with a piece of black chalk
A poem to recite;
'When forget-me-not
covers the old pauper's graveyard
Everybody thinks
It's the garden of Eden?
But in cruel Autumn
When the flowers withered
It's still the pauper's graveyard? '
[ From Father have I my stature,
my zest for earnest living;
From little Mother
my gay nature,
My love of story-telling.]-Goethe
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The garden is my weeping heart
There is no fertilizer at all
But they grow without any quarrels.
Flowers in different colors
And varieties of fragrance.
I have no fence and restrictions too.
Birds, bees, butterflies and hornets idle.
Some trespassers with strong hands,
Sometimes very cruel.
Please do not pluck in that way as it's painful
And let the flowers wither.
One day I have to abandon the garden
As my soul takes wings.
But you find another gardener there.
* Spring comes and goes, yet comes again.
What a wonderful shuttle the nature is?
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Fenugreek Over the Fence
The blind girl dreams her dumb fiance'
Sings her figurative poem!
And she sniffs the rare fragrance.
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Her straight face
I saw she's carrying a stainless steel cage
But none inside.
Oh! This homeless bird seeks a roost
Along this mysterious journey.
She's at the pedestrian crossing
With a white cane
And my white hope smudged instantly.
(As I know she never sees me the entire travel.)
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