Who says trash is in you?
Ignore him for he knows nil
Your miracles and lights.
Idiocy, naivety, nosiness,
And more junks you fight.
It unveils when one's mobilised,
Then, posting day one learns:
On the way to camp is enough,
One sees, hears, and perceives.
Journey is of knowledge, is that?
Learning continues up to the end...
But why a nasty simpleton argues,
What's not true about you, ah?
Heartless!Confined in a narrowed nook!
Hearken! Nook life is a crevice life!
Jungle life of savages' track.
Our faith teaches us thus:
Journey is a heart-moving fun,
A dictum: "experience teaches more
What he can never teach."
To know, one must strive, and
Striving denotes struggle in life.
"Seeing is believing", know that?
Latent and pompous then lapse.
Through you I've learnt lots
Values, religions, politics
That's not a lie!
Fame, fancy, and more
Well-known to all who did that.
But slander comes from a dull,
Redundant illiterate parsimonious mean,
Knowing nothing but eating HARAM!
Damn his habitual acts:
Sexual polygamist I knew that!
Why is he accusing a celibate man?
It was an irony as I heard that.
Thanks be to The Single Proof
Who forbids those deeds...
And my PRO bequeathed more:
Saying: "say good or just be hushed."
But to repay for bad is bad,
Revenge is not a lack;
Check the Books you'll find that!
My satiric verse is an open one,
Scathe me; I'm ready for that,
Keeping it lie is a cowardice act!
To a big-belly mean I give it as a reward,
Bosh! Stinking fellow I got that.
Try afresh; you'll regret your gab,
For mine fire and thunder it does have!
Next from the sky I'll commence!
Footnote:
Haram means unlawful thing.
Saturday, July 28, 2012
Thursday, July 26, 2012
PUSHY LADY (a poem)
Beautiful is she,
Yet ignorant bushy,
White in colour
Dark-hearted, unclear.
Generous is she
To rascals as she.
Hospital is she,
In giving and pushy.
Do you get the point?
If not, meet me at joint.
Yet ignorant bushy,
White in colour
Dark-hearted, unclear.
Generous is she
To rascals as she.
Hospital is she,
In giving and pushy.
Do you get the point?
If not, meet me at joint.
ANTI-SERIOUS STUDENT (a poem)
He comes early
Dropping his stationery.
Mingling with worthless pals,
Cheering the ladies' worth.
He ignores his mission
And engages in wrong-doing.
No, he loses! And afresh he loses!
Who knows what he loses?
A gigantic treasury
Whose key once thrown to him,
Hence, neglecting its worth
And following cobwebs!
Dropping his stationery.
Mingling with worthless pals,
Cheering the ladies' worth.
He ignores his mission
And engages in wrong-doing.
No, he loses! And afresh he loses!
Who knows what he loses?
A gigantic treasury
Whose key once thrown to him,
Hence, neglecting its worth
And following cobwebs!
MY TEACHERS (a poem)
You nurtured me to survive
When I was unable to nurture myself.
You fed me when no one could feed me,
My teachers I shan't forget.
You taught me when nothing I knew,
You moralised me when I was demoralised.
Obedience and servility to parents,
With your help, all I learned.
In the dim of darkness I was
Before your coming with light,
That illuminated through my heart;
Leaving no organ in need of light.
My future vision was initially coarse,
As you came it was smoothed for life.
You counselled, guided and led my mind
To reality and achievement of life.
Amazingly I didn't know my right
Least my left as you came all I learned.
Prayer to oneself and parents also I learned
From you, now I pray for all.
Teachers you are the incubators of mankind!
Without you life should be in vague!
You are the water without you life is null!
I must be praising you in my life!
Teachers what you do is quite
Unrewarding by all humankind.
I value you for you are worthy of that;
I must pray for you until I die.
When I was unable to nurture myself.
You fed me when no one could feed me,
My teachers I shan't forget.
You taught me when nothing I knew,
You moralised me when I was demoralised.
Obedience and servility to parents,
With your help, all I learned.
In the dim of darkness I was
Before your coming with light,
That illuminated through my heart;
Leaving no organ in need of light.
My future vision was initially coarse,
As you came it was smoothed for life.
You counselled, guided and led my mind
To reality and achievement of life.
Amazingly I didn't know my right
Least my left as you came all I learned.
Prayer to oneself and parents also I learned
From you, now I pray for all.
Teachers you are the incubators of mankind!
Without you life should be in vague!
You are the water without you life is null!
I must be praising you in my life!
Teachers what you do is quite
Unrewarding by all humankind.
I value you for you are worthy of that;
I must pray for you until I die.
THE STRIKER AND THE STRIKE-BREAKER
What a detestable, damnable, deplorable sting!
What a vacuous vandal!
What a varmint vanquish!
What a vapid vicious dim-witted cobra!
Tedious ghost, unpatriotic,
Blinkered and brainless!
Our progress declines,
Despised and barred?
Despite our sanity.
Nay! To this nausea!
Ours is but optimism,
Ours are barriers from travail,
To success, sureness and hope.
Yes, ours is audacity to lie!
Have we seen the inferno afar,
With its doors ajar,
Waiting many to dive amass!
Beware, claimant of the truth,
Yet, sticker to falsity,
Oppressor to academic folks,
Suppressor of goodness,
Foe to our panacea,
Repressor to itself,
Depressor to our bedrock,
And tantaliser to our dreams,
Yet despotic clenched fangs.
Waht a tenacious and precarious beast;
Sucking our blood alive?
Enough is enough, you genocidal missiles!
'No' and 'no' to this endemic felony!
Won't you free us?
Let you know: this life is mortal,
Let you repent, if not, go to hell!
The end of meeting, parting!
The end of journey, destination!
The end of life, death!
The end of death, resurrection!
The end of judgement: ABODE!
Two ABODES exist,
If one is not here,
Imagine it there,
Ours is enjoyably here,
But its just is there!
What a vacuous vandal!
What a varmint vanquish!
What a vapid vicious dim-witted cobra!
Tedious ghost, unpatriotic,
Blinkered and brainless!
Our progress declines,
Despised and barred?
Despite our sanity.
Nay! To this nausea!
Ours is but optimism,
Ours are barriers from travail,
To success, sureness and hope.
Yes, ours is audacity to lie!
Have we seen the inferno afar,
With its doors ajar,
Waiting many to dive amass!
Beware, claimant of the truth,
Yet, sticker to falsity,
Oppressor to academic folks,
Suppressor of goodness,
Foe to our panacea,
Repressor to itself,
Depressor to our bedrock,
And tantaliser to our dreams,
Yet despotic clenched fangs.
Waht a tenacious and precarious beast;
Sucking our blood alive?
Enough is enough, you genocidal missiles!
'No' and 'no' to this endemic felony!
Won't you free us?
Let you know: this life is mortal,
Let you repent, if not, go to hell!
The end of meeting, parting!
The end of journey, destination!
The end of life, death!
The end of death, resurrection!
The end of judgement: ABODE!
Two ABODES exist,
If one is not here,
Imagine it there,
Ours is enjoyably here,
But its just is there!
A FORTNIGHT VACATION (a poem)
Why life in silence
Like an aged tomb,
What is that all about?
Living in silence!
Are you necessary?
Why not schooling at all?
Why do you elongate
Like a long woven rope?
You destroy our plans,
You dissect between us
With your sharpened dagger
And cease our blood to run.
I hate you much
For your malevolent acts.
I despise you as my death,
To my rest you are for no use!
You claim making me rest
From the over-burden of academic loads.
I say you are lie!
Rest is but like a prison term.
Move away from me!
For I am tired of your tyranny.
Or it'll be your end
As I'll refuse you and come alone.
Library will be my friend
Books will be my food
Prayers serve my intervals
And browsing to be my rest, not you!
Like an aged tomb,
What is that all about?
Living in silence!
Are you necessary?
Why not schooling at all?
Why do you elongate
Like a long woven rope?
You destroy our plans,
You dissect between us
With your sharpened dagger
And cease our blood to run.
I hate you much
For your malevolent acts.
I despise you as my death,
To my rest you are for no use!
You claim making me rest
From the over-burden of academic loads.
I say you are lie!
Rest is but like a prison term.
Move away from me!
For I am tired of your tyranny.
Or it'll be your end
As I'll refuse you and come alone.
Library will be my friend
Books will be my food
Prayers serve my intervals
And browsing to be my rest, not you!
SARARI AT WORK: BEWARE OF FRAUDSTERS (a poem)
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