| I met with a friend on my way to work We had a chat about life and our work It lasted a few moments and then we left On our ways to work as no more time to chat I had a visitor in my office, later that day With a huge surprise, she came to see me there She was watching me and my friend having a chat On the street, she witnessed that huge surprise !! She watched a cup of coffee fell from the sky ! Above us on that spot where we were talking ! Someone threw a cup of coffee on us ! But he lost his target, what a looser !! It was a full cup, smelt nice and that hot Not a cheap brand, It was a Starbucks Coffee ! Large size Cappuccino with full cream milk ! He lost his hot coffee, what a looser !! It would not be nice, if it was landed on us, Neither me nor my friend will be happy But, there is someone who cares for us, He is watching everything from above !! Somebody aimed on us, but why who knows? It came from the first floor, that Cappuccino !! Crazy is this planet, lot more to learn Crazy are these people, lot more to see. |
Category: English Poems
Refuge
| She was leaving home to a safer place With her three year old boy who knows nothing He was very young and still playing They wanted to run away, live, some where safe Her partner tried to kill them, not once or twice No options but to flee, too scared to die She couldn’t carry their bags, four in numbers Too heavy for a mother and her boy She asked for my help, I was scared to help Never met her in the past, I’m new here Busy at work, no time for a trouble She told me her story, I was then convinced They have to live, they are too young to die As the train was leaving, she told in my ears “There are few good folks in the world, like you” I did nothing, but helped my neighbour My Lord will give you peace, I wished them No one can grant you peace but my Lord God She just smiled, as she had no Lord in her life I was not joking dear, you will soon know, I said. For most of them, it’s funny to believe in God My Lord will give them peace, truth, light and way Life for the rest of their time in this world They have to live, they are too young to die !! |
Too Old to the World !!
| He came to me for a cup of water Too frail to fill the cup and drink from it, His hands were shaking, He was truly old He could not hold his cup to drink from it I didn’t feel comfortable asking him, how old he was? He was really old I managed to ask him where he lives Silence was his reply, may be not heard Does he own a place, I am not quite sure He then asked me to find a place that’s cheap Just for him to sleep for a night that cold He has got money to pay for that night Too tired to travel back to his own place Oh! Then he got some where to go, at last I found some places on the internet He called them one by one over the phone No surprise, all too expensive for him Kept trying different numbers, no luck It’s too much for that night to pay, he said Too much to pay for a bed and a sheet Don’t worry, I will catch my train back home Some one will wake me up, if I fall asleep I am too old for this city, he said Too old for every corner, can’t fit me in !! |
Taxi Driver
| I went to a shop to buy me a meal that night Nobody was there but those two waitresses I suppose they were not glad to see me there Might be my colour, my race, they didn’t like there I was not surprised to hear what one said to the other Look, another ‘Taxi driver’ is here mate No wonder ! Most of them are of my race Folks of this land are not that “cheap workforce” These Taxi drivers do anything here for a survival Left their homeland for a brighter future here Landed on this land of fortune and luck Too ashamed to queue for that ‘dole’ these people enjoy! But their fortune is trapped on our red tapes here They did not drive these Taxies back in their land They cannot work in their own profession here Because they’re assumed to be ‘Non English’ in this land Most of them went to school and are Graduates, Doctors, Engineers, Lawyers, Cooks and so on They are not refugees here, came on those boats Are ‘Skilled Migrants’ flew in from this world around. |
“Merry Christmas”
| ‘Merry Xmas’ they write on their greeting cards Too hard to understand, what does that mean I find it hard to search the meaning of ‘X’ What do they mean by this ‘Xmas’, not sure Came to my mind those few lessons in Maths Where I learned how to solve values of ‘X’ I have to go back to school, do some Maths To get the value of that letter ‘X’ If you have an unknown number called ‘X’ Let’s place that ‘X’ here, come do some Maths It is not that easy to solve this, dear It could be anything, meaningless hear Sadly learned they replaced Christ with that ‘ X’ They meant to say ‘Christmas’ but know no Christ Someone here say Christ was a fiction star For someone, He is not real, not a truth Christmas is my Lord’s birthday for me dear These children say birthday of ‘Santa Clause’ Christmas is a season for shopping deals ! Another reason to shop, drink and eat Please do not condemn them, they never knew No one has told them, that Christ was once here And He is living amongst us all here I am so glad and so lucky, know Him They see the church in some people out here They judge the church on some of their mistakes I know the church was not always right here I know the church is not always right dear. Church is the living body of our Christ Christ built His church for me and for you here It was meant to be on love, not the wealth Teaching us to love our foes not to kill them It was to serve the world, not to be served Walk on the thorn, not to be on the throne That doesn’t mean Christ has no value to add He is not just an X in our lives here let’s say ‘Merry Christmas’ with Christ in it. It has a meaning, love and care in it Let’s teach our children who Christ is for us Merry Christmas and say Merry Christmas!!! |
“Lucky is that dog”
| I could not resist looking at that dog What a lucky dog in this city Sitting on the front seat of that car Luxury Mercedes convertible with his master Roaming around the city, windows down This city of the rich in all aspects He is wearing a leather jacket ! Expensive one like his master’s I just remembered someone said in the past You should have born as those lucky dogs Who get better care than those on the street They get nutritious food than the poor I assume he must be in a rich family He must be a lucky dog indeed There are people in this city, starving There are children in this city, orphaned But, see how lucky is that dog, He is better in his position, has a home to live in He has a master who takes care of him He has food on his plate all the time !! But those on our streets ? They have no place to call home They have no one to take care They don’t get free food on the table, any time !! They starve, they steal, they get bashed Aren’t they better being human? Are they here secondary to these pets? I am confused to the end, so confused !! |
Old is Gold
| She may be over ninety, I am sure She still can walk, I am amazed a lot Except a walker frame for her support Her walker has a lot of stuff on it A bag full of torn, soiled dirty clothes A basket full of junk (for me and you) Feeble, frail but she was not on move I saw her at that place, await someone Supported by her walker frame to hold Her foot that often changed, are truly sore I can’t assume I bear that lengthy wait Awaiting someone whom she loves a lot She might be right to greet her love, her hope Indeed for someone who can lend her a hand A star who gets here might give her hope One thing I’m sure, she has no home of her own She has no one who cares around her own Oh Lord, you send her someone for tonight She needs your help and hand to live her own You send her someone to take her home tonight |
Black Mascara
| I saw this young girl with a strange face on Thinking she was wearing a make up on Something funny these girls show on their face It was not her make up, she was crying !! Pouring tears washing her mascara down Scribing her gorgeous face with ink that’s black She’s crying, looking at her phone , weeping A wild guess, she lost something, or someone Crying from deep inside, when she has no hope Someone hand a napkin, to cleanse that mess It’s not that funny, she still is crying It is not funny, for a girl that old. She doesn’t look that fake in whole It is a real cry that’s from her soul So easy to get that right to judge When someone break up and cry to die. |
School Boy
| He was just about sixteen, I suppose A young, smart boy like anyone else here But he had a lot of metal on him On his face, I counted fourteen, it’s true Cannot guess how many more around him A number of coloured bands on his wrists His hair were clearly coloured, gelled, and spiked A very smart modern boy of this time ! Was surprised to see him removing them Detached his metals and bands around him He was in the train with me and a lot People were watching him but he didn’t care Removed them, packed in his bag, that school bag ! Sprayed, combed and set his spikes to a neat style Rolled down the sleeves and buttoned them neatly Neck tie around, perfumed and coat is on Must be from a strict school, a Catholic one Atleast they’re scared of the rules they have on Now he’s a gentle, smart looking boy Yes, now he’s a young, fresh and a neat School Boy ! |
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