Sunday, 12 January 2020

I'm proud of my father


A hectic first day in the office,
got ready for the initial event
d’ imperative inaugural speech
as the incoming US president
In middle of his maiden speech,
stood up an elite egoistic person
 defying all d' norms regulations,
tried to confront all of a sudden

Felt totally insulted, badly hurt,
unable to digest the moldy fact
offspring of a paltry shoe maker,
could become the top of d’ state
"First answer me Mr. President,
your father, a mere shoe maker,
for my family, he stitched shoes
as and when we placed an order"

"Obviously I wish to remind you,
prior to your ascent to that chair"
Abraham Lincoln was made fool,
a loud laughter, Senate did share
He gave a direct look in to his eyes,
stayed calm, made a polite answer
"Sir, not only yours, he made shoes,
for d’ families of many others here"

"Made it in a way nobody else can,
was gifted with divine designing art
to impart an unique shape to shoes,
he poured out whole soul and heart"
"I’ve inherited a li'l bit of his tricks,
I know how to make shoes myself
let me know if you’ve a complaint,
fresh pair of shoes for u I can make"
"But as far as my memory goes,
no one ever had any complaint
he was a genius in his profession,
had enthusiasm and commitment"
"He was made of different mettle,
truly an able and awesome creator
had loads of passion, perfection,
I ought to be proud of my father"
"He did all on his own accord,
with own vision and dedication
 not shoes but antique pieces,
worth keeping in the museum"
Whole Senate was struck dumb,
it does not matter what you do
but it matters the way it’s done,
a dear diamond necklace or shoe

Monday, 6 January 2020

Life, a challenges worth taking


I dish out light to d’ world,

and dispel the darkness

can anyone answer,

“who to look after d’ work

in my absence?”



Sun blew its own trumpet,

gave a curvy look,

situation seemed unclear

sensed d’ scene after sunset,

all in disarray, no apt reply to utter



No glow of the fire worms,

neither the wild fire of forest

no LED lights in the streets,

nor twinkling stars or planets



Methane ooze of marshy land,

no head light of speeding train

nor episodic oil refinery flame,

ensued nil from anyone’s brain



No glare of d’ Olympic torch,

volcano dared no affirmation

in d’ instant awkward scenario,

candle stood erect in attention



It behaved absolutely bold,

jam-packed in confidence

“I’ll truly try my level best,

pronounced in a clear voice”



Burn myself to bring on light,

not bothered if feeble or fine

not a matter of size or status,

 it's attitude, that should shine





Deeply drowned in thoughts,

stared far beyond, into infinity

breeze gently kissed its flame,

not muddling d’ blaze/beauty



Pursue the mission non stop,

revive, survive with suffering

admit no defeat, keep up pace,

life, a challenges worth taking