ANCESTRAL BEST!!!
A
figurine much adored.
A
religious scepter and more…
Like
pagoda, most sacred!
Sole
priest of western goddess!.
Most
rampant treasure to rose
The
only hope for yet the progeny
A
beginning of an end!
Fountain
of white waters!
Gateway
to the hollow of living wind!
Mouth
piece of the great beyond
An
accolade, by death immortalized
Reason
for the conjugal sweat
Abode
of marital sanctity
Never-ending
progenitor’s awe
A
mother’s child and no one’s maiden
Eagle
on the shoulder of all domes
A
path rider on a path found
Ancestral
best and yet glory.
My
incarnate in reincarnation, such defiles not.
A
father’s father
An
heir
For
even so, longs my heart
As
though I’m not
I am.
RYHM
Oh! Perfect love
Of all human
though transcending
Before thy
throne, lowly, we knelt.
That no ending
ours may know
Our full
assurance bid thee be.
Of charity so
tender and quiet brave endurance
With childlike
trust
That neither pain
nor death knew
Earthly strife,
thy peace doth claim
And to life’s
day the
The glorious
unknown morrow
That dawns upon
eternal love and life.
A BUMPY RIDE!
Now of late were
we told?
Would it be we
never hold?
Changes change can’t
be changed
Now I know
though never too late
The frog that
would swim the ocean
Let the waist be
strong is this day no tale
As is this not a
tale though many a myth
Would to extinct
never go
Cause they grip
to value so
And so goes the
tale.
Our birth beget draconian
trend
Our compliance
with no defiance echoed
Our progress,
would it be they seek not
Yet in our progress,
their valediction.
Giving us a
bumpy risk of such
Look me to such
an epoch
Of my lad
college era behind moons back
Go home and get
your bush broom stick.
Would thunder
the voice and headmaster looking thick.
Premises
boastful of bushes even for the sick
Would it be we
never believed?
Treasure Island
lies amid the ocean
Therein, the
treasure, encapsulate our dream
Sail we must our
progress, their historic valediction yet.
One cannot tell
what’s next
Copying the psalmist in 119 cradles to grave.
THE TRAVELLING CLOUD
Lo it comes from
its abode
Which to no man
is certain?
Thus, from the
sky descending
Voyaging to and
fro,
With its vicious
countenance
Another in
company fierceness
Neither with
fear nor favour
Both move
irresistibly
Face so faded
As what no man
can tell
Impedes the blip
light of the moon
Though the
creative kept silence
For the impious
nature to
Find it’s way to
nowhere
Breaking the
silence of the wind of the wind
Exposing pelting
match of the gigantic dew.
WHY
How many women,
shall their dreams come to pass
How many dreams
turn out real?
Many overflowing
questions I would want to ask.
So you can
understand how feel.
How many people
wished they were someone else
Tell me…
How many persons
would be born just to die?
Now think of the
wind, whistling bye
And never to
halt
Locking me in this
questions , asking why?
Tell me,
How do trees
whisper ,
The birds to
sing why ?
Even the rainbow
stays the same?
How do bees make
their honey
And their sting
ever for safety
Remembers” the
flame never forget to hurt
Can a broken
heart be mended again?
Why do nature
get so buggy
Paying no time
for love?
Would it be the
truth why people go to war?
Why just so much
religion?
Yet, they so
teach to love.
Would I ever get
to know the truth in them?
Why do sample
start the good thing?
While the other
to eat the cake?
Why do people
believe things they know untrue?
When you look
into your mirror
Tell me, who do
you see?
Why do we have
to grow to be wise?
Leaching me to these
questions, asking why?
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