Jyju's Pen

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 !!

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 !!

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 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!!!

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 !!

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

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.

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 !