POOR LITTLE

same mountains again n again?
so he chose to draw them upside down;
colored them purple not brown;
teacher scolded,sticks molded;
accepted the 'zero' with a smile;
his river was bigger then the Nile;
poor little he in shorts;
got beaten up;

every one had a bicycle;
so he broke one of his neighbours;
bad?wrong?fault?no,that wasnt his thing;
it was just the oppurtunity which was tempting;
they complained to mummy;
he made a smiley on his tummy;
but the smiley had no tears;
they were somwhere else;
poor little he in shorts;
got beaten up;

eating noodles,enjoying the intake;
no,why?playing with them,they all looked snakes;
can snakes fly;
he gave it a try;
the bowl went high;
snakes lay dead down;
on tv came a smiling clown;
poor little he in shorts;
got beaten up;

they taught him geometry;
he never came out of circles;
no horizontal,no verticals,
his balloons were brown,mountains were purple;
world refused to accept him;
though he was alone there;
they did their job,entitled him retard;
got no reward,
he looked up in sky;
a cloud was smiling;
and it rained;
poor little he in shorts;
got beaten up;

Good Bye

Here I go, I go to the beginning,
Where it all ends,
As a bride to a beautiful husband,
I go to be forever with my lord,
I know I was naïve when born
And I lack the wisdom to die,
But it isn’t the reason for you to cry,
For I learnt how to live,
I will learn my goodbye.

Celebrations

Ain’t no wind blowing
ain’t no breeze;
as I walk with a broken leg,
with difficult ease…

Life seemed absent on a cold dark road,
no mouse for no cat to catch,
no shadow for no dog to bark,
no smell for no body to loathe,
life seemed absent on a cold dark road.

So for nothingness I did nothing for a while,
and then broke into a wine shop,
deserving pat for my guile.
My shivers cooled the warmth inside,
as whistle blowers warned me to either run or hide.

Picking one random bottle I chose to run single legedly ,
surviving the tremor and pain allegedly,
I ran past the store, ran past the slum,
and prayed to Jesus this bottle be brandy or better be rum,

I stopped near a community dustbin,
Checking the fog coming out but not going in,
Tired I sat on the ground,
Getting my breath back I saw life around,
3 men and a dog blankly gazed me with flair,
Though no one spoke nothing, it was a friendly affair,
Nursing my leg which by now had swollen,
I settled down and I took out the bottle I had stolen,
Bottle made me giggle and I laughed blandly,
As it was neither rum nor brandy.

For no reason, men and the dog joined me in the laughter,
For no reason it started pouring down thereafter,
Five friends enjoyed the occasion,
Five friends began celebrations,
They celebrated for no reasons,
Or perhaps the reason that there was no reason,
Five friends, despite the rain,
Were happy to rotate among themselves,
A bottle of stolen champagne.