Self-examination
SELF-EXAMINATION
I am just a small man
with usual weaknesses of all kind
and I try to understand all others
as each one, has few riches superfine
I put my self on guard
Not to injure anyone so hard
by the slip of the tongue's lancers,
untamed uttering flying as bouncers
being neutral, has its own advantage
courtesy and politeness proves one
as a good personality, cutting a clear edge
among all our acquaintances
though I am aware of all these goodness
I am still a starter, lacking in fineness
before, I do preaching for someone else
let me double-refine and keep myself cleansed first.
Louis Santhana
poem by Santhana Louis
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Family Planning
FAMILY PLANNING
My wife is
In her family way
And is
likely to deliver
In a week or so
The birth of a
new one may be
a news for you -
but, in its arrival
I run the risk
of a good fortune
hence,
you will lend me
a sum repayable
before I opt
for the next offspring
The hospital bills
are the real checkmates
cutting your
family down to the size
with permissible members,
to stand at ease
Louis Santhana
poem by Santhana Louis
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Catch Up Or Disappear
CATCH UP OR DISAPPEAR
YOU cannot just grudge
the way the world so flies
You cannot just try
the speed so high, you cry
You cannot just shy
away from the rules that so fry
You cannot just lie
blind to the needs that are so sly
You cannot just say nay
To the changes that may leave you so dry
You cannot just stop and pry
as no one wants you here so naïve
If, you cannot thus survive
CLEAR OUT - the world is so,
NOT YOURS OR MINE.
Louis Santhana
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Divorced........divided, we stand
Divorced……...DIVIDED, WE STAND
Don't be scared at the word………….DIVORCE
It is a tool, a blessing in disguise
for those who have suffered excessive grief
cutting the cards to a perfect relief
always be good, patient and pure
with your options wide open to the fore
at last, exhausting all the weapons in store
when trails are over, steer away to the shores
the lawful axe that throws you apart
with a view that you should hopefully re-start
The Paradise Lost or The Paradise Regained
it is up to you to choose your lot
the softest man is pitted against a witch
the noblest woman is gifted away to a fret
God is mad and His ways are a myth
grudge not, take recourse to the days of mirth
Louis Santhana
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Mona Lisa
MONA LISA
All through the days of the week
Double-busy with my table work
I can return home little earlier, but
Have to sit with my son's homework
And if I am really free at home
My kind wife would order some jobs for me
Dusting the windows, cleaning the ceiling,
Washing the gas-stove and scrapping the sump clean
But for her duties as merely a housewife
She keeps a servant full-time on all meals basis
Just as a ‘mistress' she does only supervise
With her starched Kota sarees' crease never shuffling
Scientists make bombs but politicians use it
Whatever, I earn hard, my spouse so freely expends
You are a machine with no powers to revolt
Nor to halt or question anything you suspect
Vexed by these features, I opted to ‘sanyas'
And am to board a train to night to 'Kailash'
In search of peace, respect and freedom
But, ….my charming sister-in-law has only just come
……I need to cancel at once the whole thing!
Louis Santhana
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All legislation, all government, all society is founded upon the principle of mutual concession, politeness, comity, courtesy; upon these everything is based...Let him who elevates himself above humanity, above its weaknesses, its infirmities, its wants, its necessities, say, if he pleases, I will never compromise; but let no one who is not above the frailties of our common nature disdain compromises.
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Lazyman's Wise Prayer
LAZYMAN'S WISE PRAYER
If to that extent RICH indeed
I need not have to toil hard instead
If to that extent SHREWD indeed
I would have skipped some years instead
If to that extent BRAVE indeed
I could'nt have lost on more counts instead
If to that extent READY indeed
I should'nt have to repent now instead
If to that extent FOUGHT indeed
I ought to have won fast instead
If to that extent all B A D indeed
Better I should'nt have the right to live instead
Louis Santhana
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Enter the Dragon and a Quicksand
She is four years
older than me - yet
I am not mad, but all set
to marry her soon
we have been in contact
for six long years
knew each other's conduct
quite perfectly well
our interests are many
much in common, sweet, funny
just strikingly identical
balanced and parried
we are at heart
very clean and frank
familiar and passionate
on the weaknesses and blanks
thoughts, actions
and behaviour-wise
we have tested and proved
ourselves to be too nice
complimenting quickly
for the fine tasks each does
we have never crossed
the limits & barriers set
Having found the
fool-proof match
fit to be prized as
MADE FOR EACH OTHER
and, relying on the strength
of the bonds of love...
we now marry....
will you please pray
for our sailing to be safe and free.
Louis Santhana
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The Warranty Clause
THE WARRANTY CLAUSE
So many of us are quite averse to use a dictionary
As it endangers in exposing our own level of illiteracy
With the limited stock of fixed vocabulary
We try to show off a fair and workable intimacy
We are in full praise for the toil of Mr. Sammuel Johnson
Let the literary worry of all those jargons
As a layman, I am not to run after the apt, best words
Neither I make it a profession as a teacher of English
Since my word power skills are too narrow and shallow
I fear poetry as hard tablets to swallow
At one reading it ought to go down the throat like milk- halwa
Without my having to overdo for just to grasp and follow
For an average reader with extra winged interests
I have an infant mix in a feeding- bottle ready
Lazy or busy, you are sure to be at ease and stirring
Only to rediscover the goodness of hither to hateful poetry
Louis Santhana
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Pen Friend Days
PEN FRIEND DAYS
A few thousand miles away
I had a nice friend to share
our continuous thoughts and moods
through the medium of words by post
For years together, we were in touch
yet, every time we felt afresh
with every new mail, in hand, that went to vouch
our bond was secure, in the absence of one to one contact
Exchange of gifts and photos, of course
Kept us to shoulders abreast
respecting each others tastes and wishes
cocktail cultures and crude emotional mix-ups
But, I regret, on self-examination
That I do seldom love my fellow Indian
Nor have high passion or love for my motherland Nation
Am I a hypocrite citizen! ............on pen pal addiction.
Now letter writing has gone with the wind,
with advent of surging communication science.
Louis Santhana
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The Stranded God
THE STRANDED GOD
God is supposed to be pure and good
and is not expected to run a all-vices den
But, in order to adjudge the human mind
He has thrown open a mega mall - gambling ring
under a single roof, in a flood-lit complex on Las Vegas mode
assorted wings, for sinful things, from porno to video games
24 hour bar, sex-parlours, casinos, kiosks, massage and sauna bath
Satan, the Group Manager, is given full in charge
House-full business in all the branches
lakhs of rupees change hands in a fraction
God is amazed at His daily collections
As the people are blind to His scriptures and preaching
God strolled into a church to check attendance
hither and thither a few old and invalid
giving a pat, He inquired them of their prayers
they needed money only to re-enter the hot- shops, God had opened
confused over the human psychology, God called his clergy
wanting to assess what the god men were doing for centuries
None of them could guarantee a clear society
And in mass protest, leaving the Order, they all ran to the
Halls of variety and gaiety
…………………….leaving the God S T R A N D E D in fury.
Louis Santhana
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So Many Like You
You tell everyone of your greatness of how wonderful you think you are
And they wink behind your back when you tell them of your recent big buy your brand new car
They look on you as rather boastful since your own praises you only sing
In self esteem you are not lacking and that in itself is a good thing,
Those you tell your success stories to their own success stories only like to tell
They are not sincere in their praises when they tell you that you have done well
You do not understand that many others are like you their own success stories they like to relate
And though out of politeness they say you have done well
they do not really think you are great
Many like to tell of their own successes and of the successes of others would rather not hear
For many into self promotion or at least that's how it does appear
So many like you have big egos and for to promote themselves are not shy
And why they sing their own praises to others is not hard to understand why
Since we live in the age of the aspirational so many to greatness aspire
And only those who are seen to be successful are people that others admire.
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Oh.........those Teachers
OH………THOSE TEACHERS
There are several one ways
a few make road sense ‘as traffic rules'
those borrowings friends do wantonly default
and numerous outgo, we ourselves often forgot
though married, most of us love for a second phase
forbidden love never comes to the fore
so, is the case with our beloved children
of late, wanting to pair up to their own selection
The timely help that someone renders
But, we fail to re-duplicate the same kindness
somehow our selfis h soul is happy at the benefits
that we knowingly discredit by such one way practice
Patience, alms, sacrifices, tolerance and so on
are one way or other the hallmarks of good signs
like the most dedicated teacher's forty years' service
receives nothing in return…………except a small pension.
Louis Santhana
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U P S
UPS
A cup of
Horlics is getting cold
The foldable study lamp
is on; and running hot
My regular table is strewn
With books and notes, untouched.
The open windows
Blowing in speed air.
Sudden black-out - power goes off
No need to reach for candles or matches
I feel light and brightness
in the powers of darkness
Within the corners of my
Unclean heart
Edison's invention was to
Light up outside
But,
I keep a small oil-hurrycane
For the spacious inner heart
Perhaps,
to hide back,
The mopped up dirt and rot.
Louis Santhana
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Courtesy
Of Courtesy, it is much less
Than Courage of Heart or Holiness,
Yet in my Walks it seems to me
That the Grace of God is in Courtesy.
On Monks I did in Storrington fall,
They took me straight into their Hall;
I saw Three Pictures on a wall,
And Courtesy was in them all.
The first the Annunciation;
The second the Visitation;
The third the Consolation,
Of God that was Our Lady's Son.
The first was of St. Gabriel;
On Wings a-flame from Heaven he fell;
And as he went upon one knee
He shone with Heavenly Courtesy.
Our Lady out of Nazareth rode -
It was Her month of heavy load;
Yet was her face both great and kind,
For Courtesy was in Her Mind.
The third it was our Little Lord,
Whom all the Kings in arms adored;
He was so small you could not see
His large intent of Courtesy.
Our Lord, that was Our Lady's Son,
Go bless you, People, one by one;
My Rhyme is written, my work is done.
poem by Hilaire Belloc
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Persona Grata
When I was just
One and twenty
I had a special urge
For the next door beauty
She was too clever,
Knowing I had gone on loose gear
Liberal showing in catchy appearances
Till, I fell clear in total madness
She roasted me daily in my bed
Since, I was then such a coward
That we had not spoken a letter even
Nor exchanged anything in mutual good sign
For long, I was a slave in chain
Before her every ‘perfect tens'
I was so shabby, rugged and unmatched
In her race, I had no merited chances
Soon after, I joined as a cashier
and had to miss her for weeks together
yet, on the weight age of my job & sundry
finally, her parents gave her as my ‘would be'
Now, we are married for 20 long years
The ‘prized beauty' is no more a thriller for me
Especially, when it comes to woman's beauty
The first few stolen looks are enough
For a cascade of calamities ………………………..
Louis Santhana
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He Man Army
HE MAN ARMY
If I were to be given a free license to kill
whom should I aim and shoot at first
…..not those innocent birds or beasts
nor the menacing tuskers or man-eaters
I would prefer to terminate every corrupt mean rogue
but, God is there and has to punish such souls
I have no business to step into His shoes
Neither, He delegates powers in me to be on this role
nor myself a man of virtues to launch a crusade of my own
yet, I would be one among the God's ‘Demolition Squad'
fully masked with laser - guns, in wait for His NOD
to wipe out every evil within split seconds
restoring peace and order, turning EARTH to its original kind.
Louis Santhana
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The Good, The Bad And The Ugly
THE GOOD, THE BAD, AND THE UGLY
Women tend to be shy of admitting their age
And try to forget as they slip beyond thirty five
Daunting feelings that their innings are over
LBW'ed men are peeping into somebody's splendor
Those Barbie dolls are now Rugby balls
The nature has redeemed the charms it pawned
Sweet, cute, juicy and wonder girls
Are stunned in defeat, at their abrupt fall
Blush-ful faces have dried up in patches
Glossy skin is dull in scratches
The smiles they sported have dimmed as past
Stress and strain have pulled them down faster
Whatever be the causes, there is a class of men
Who, in private, admire at those ripens
For their blow-out outfit and resilient specimen
Silly points, not to the taste of the virgins
Moral values are on the decay
Disappointments all around, have pushed its way
If the western free culture comes here to stay
Perhaps, most these idle beauties be drifting away
Louis Santhana
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Do Good
I will live my life doing good
For i understand
The reason of doing good
So wither with or without
I will live doing good
The only power over evil
Is to live doing good
I will live my life doing good
For goodness is love
Goodness will take you
Higher and above
Goodness is kindness
Goodness brings happiness
It opposes selfishness
Goodness is Godliness
So i will live my life doing good
poem by Matt Ancient
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Psalm 39 part 1
v.1-3
C. M.
Watchfulness over the tongue.
Thus I resolved before the Lord,-
"Now will I watch my tongue;
Lest I let slip one sinful word,
Or do my neighbor wrong."
And if I'm e'er constrained to stay
With men of lives profane,
I'll set a double guard that day,
Nor let my talk be vain.
I'll scarce allow my lips to speak
The pious thoughts I feel,
Lest scoffers should th' occasion take
To mock my holy zeal.
Yet if some proper hour appear,
I'll not be overawed,
But let the scoffing sinners hear
That I can speak for God.
poem by Isaac Watts
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A tortoise
the tortoise is just inadequate
she has been treating
the same way everyone
of another kind
a supercilious front
to shroud weaknesses
broadcasting insouciance
with a hard hard shell
she knows she has a birthright
a hard headed advantage
with its shell signed
with letters from heaven
nobody is allowed even to knock on
it, protected species
here she is behaving in ways
that turn people away
without even knowing why
ten thousand years from now
she would be still in her same state
and behaving the same way
one big curvy hard hard shell
as the world shuttles to a new sphere
poor tortoise! poor tortoise!
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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