2.13.2025

Summer means...


Summer means a lot to everyone, everywhere;

The garden city prepares in every way

To declare the dawn of a new season,

That gives it, to celebrate a great reason.


The trees are in full bloom

Coming away from  winter's gloom

The sky is blue as far as you see

Over the concrete structures' pedigree.


The streets are flooded with many a fruit;

Melons, guavas and oranges en route

To beat the heat of the sultry day

Which continues to soar all the way.


There are festivities of a new beginning

To mark nature's transition, making

It apparent in every form of existence,

That we witness in exuberance.


Our lovely city enjoys a beautiful weather

Summer is warm and hot together

But, when it gets too hot and boiling

The clouds gather above to keep it cooling.


As the schools close their doors

The kids head to the greens and the shores

They eagerly flee to their granny's home

Where all day they can roam.


The days are long to go along

Every day has in it among

Many things, freedom, fun and peace

That leave us to remain at ease.


Until the season reaches its peak

It's fun and frolic week after week.

Once it loses its steam to the wet rains,

The spirit sobers; to think, it strains.


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The Man and the Bull

Beats of echoing rhythm from the drum

Hung around a man in the street come

Driving the little children out in delight

To see the majestic bull in tender daylight!


The bull bedecked beautifully with beads

Of red, blue, yellow and orange, heeds

The spirited piper from door to door

While he collects alms more and more.


The tiny tots behind the beast

Are thrilled as if it is a real treat

To their curious eyes that hardly see

In real, a grand spectacle like this for free!


Very soon the tinkling bells that they hear,

And the sight of the man with the bull will disappear!

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SBT - 19-01-24

2.12.2025

Duty, Dignity and Divinity



Dressed smart and trendy, he looks neat!
Standing atop a mound of garbage
Collected early morning from every street,
Nonchalant of the dirt and stench in his carriage.

Blows his whistle breathlessly without a stop
Until streams of women, men and kids emerge
With the bins brimming with waste on top.
He checks before dumping it on the edge.

Unmindful of the dirt smitten shoes
He continues his job relentlessly until
Everyone has left with their empty bins of refuse
Then starts his rickety auto to do the next fill.

Acceptance of duty in its true dignity
Serves best to please the sacred heart of divinity!

27 Jan 2025
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