Friday, October 1, 2021

INCONSISTENT CURRICULUM AT ALL LEVELS


In the process of learning as well as teaching, it is the curriculum or the syllabus which plays the key and crucial role in learning or imparting the content of a subject to student-learners. The correct and appropriate curriculum is the vital factor in respect of a language especially English in promoting their communication skills. If the curriculum is devised keeping in view of the level of the students from the lowest level to the highest level in a systematic matter, it is definitely possible to maintain their standards. To make the well-designed curriculum fruitful and successful, teaching and learning must go on simultaneously and equally well. If the either activity is defective, the purpose of the curriculum goes futile. One is haste and the other is waste.  To make the process of learning up to the mark, the process of teaching ought to be effective and the teacher must be well qualified and trained; and well devoted and committed to teaching  to the objective of the curriculum. The teacher has to keep abreast with the latest trends in the quality of teaching by attending the refresher’s course and doing research in his field. The learner should at the same time face the system of examination to assess his standard to maintain as per the level his study. Student-standards and class-standards should go together in respect of the syllabus.

The policy of the designing of syllabi for all the students at all levels must be given top priority. Right form KG to PG one must design the syllabi of all classes. He must have full knowledge of maturity levels for the attainment of knowledge and so he is aware of where to begin and where to end. He should have the clear picture and comprehensive knowledge of the subject at every level. He should know how to teach and how to learn at different levels. Mathematics is taught step by step: numbers, notation and numeration, addition, subtraction, multiplication, division and so on by the teacher and learnt by the student without fail. If any teacher starts with division, the student is not able to learn it. It is wrong on his part to select the item of division first as it is not the first one for a student to learn.  The question asked at the intermediate level should not be more difficult than that given at the degree level. When it is so, the fact is that there are defects in the curriculum. The syllabus designer must be able to understand the fact that he should go step by step from the fundamental level to the higher level. The teacher has to deal with the syllabus, designed by keeping in view all these facts in his mind. As there were many syllabus designers at various levels: primary school, high school, intermediate, degree and post-graduate course, there is no coordination.

When we think of English syllabus, there have been many syllabus designers from Regional Institutes, Central Institutes, etc. Different people have framed syllabi at different levels giving priority to the topics of their choice. When I was a matriculation student, I had the analysis of sentences in the English curriculum. I gained the knowledge of grammar and so I was able to write correct sentences in the school final examination.  I secured high marks in English on par with the student who got the first rank in the state. I learnt the analysis of sentences along with other items of grammar as I was taught excellently. Today I have command over English because of my learning all the grammar items especially the analysis of sentences at the stage. Where is the analysis of sentences now? At what stage do we find it?  Never…Never…When its so, how are the students expected to learn, speak read and write excellent English. I can state one more example from my experience as the Subject Expert. There was a question on the verb patterns (structures) at intermediate level for about a decade. All of a sudden the question on structures was removed from the question paper as a glittering star disappeared from the galaxy from the blue firmament.  The paper setter might have thought that that the students coming to the stage had already learnt the structures. As the subject expert for the intermediate examination Valuation Camp, I observed a few students were able to write sentences on the pattern given correctly. The teachers valuing the question on the pattern marking the right mark for the wrong sentences were instructed to award marks for the correct sentences. In the structure S+ V+ Object+ Noun, some students wrote sentences with ‘as’ before the noun. For example, ‘They named him as Gopal.’ Such wrong sentences awarded marks. In the other examination, there was another pattern, S+ V+ O+ (Bare) Infinitive. For this, students wrote sentences with ‘to’ before the (bare) infinitive. For example, ‘He made me to study well’. For such wrong sentences marks were awarded. The shocking observation was that some teachers did not know the concept of structures. For example: most of the students. They thought that the students could use any subject, any verb, any noun or pronoun and any infinitive in the sentences for the pattern. They awarded full marks for the question and all were wrong as the pattern. I explained to them the concept.  “The verbs like ‘have’, ‘let’, ‘see’, ‘hear’, ‘find’, ‘feel’, ‘know’, etc but not all verbs can be used to frame sentences on the pattern. I feel sorry, for you did not know the concept of the verb patterns. There were pitfalls in all especially the teachers sharing the responsibility to the syllabus designers.          

Why are the students weak now in English? They are weak not because it is a foreign language or their regional medium is their background. It is only because of the defective curriculum of English. Nearly ninety-five percent of the students are therefore not able to speak or write correct English. On one side, English is given top priority as it is the international language, the language of global interaction and it on the other hand there is sheer negligence in respect of curriculum-designing. When the students want to learn a language, they expect the systematic curriculum and appropriate attention to learning the essentials of the language especially grammar. The teacher plays a pivotal role in imparting them to the students. A man not knowing what parts are essential, cannot think of assembling the desired set. Language is set by means of the systematic arrangement of essential words as the television set is assembled with its systematic assemblage of essential parts. Grammar which is the most essential part is ignored for the comfortable convenience on the part of the students. As a result English became a difficult language and the students became weak to leave beyond repair.

Any language is learnt through its literature. The more you study a literature, the more you learn its language. When the literature part is neglected, the language part is also neglected. At the graduate level, the students in the past studied dramas, a good number of poems and lessons. The curriculum has become topsy-turvy keeping in view the reform of simplification. In its place, five or six small poems, six or seven short stories and about ten lessons are studied at the graduate level now. The text book is as light as a feather to be put in the shirt-pocket. Moreover, there is an ample choice in attempting the questions in the examination. They are studying a few to get on well and get through the examination without attempting the questions on grammar. If there is any teacher to help them write the answers in the examination, he is garlanded by the students for his magnanimous help.

As far as the English curriculum is concerned, the use of articles, the use of prepositions, the tense, the voice, the degrees of comparison, direct and indirect speech and transformation of sentences, etc are at every stage irrespective of the class or standard. After passing all through all stages, the students are passing their examinations but do not know what they are and how the questions are to be answered. As a matter of fact, all these items should be introduced to the students as per the stages. One should not think that any question can be asked at any stage as all items are there at every stage in the curriculum. The defective curriculum is responsible for this lapse. Sometimes a question asked at the Intermediate level is more difficult than that asked at the degree level. Some times the question asked at the degree level is easier than that asked at the matriculation level. That is the fate of grammar in the hands of the syllabus designers of English.  There are questions on these items right from clerk grade examination to IAS examination. What are to be asked is not clear. The coordination is lacking in at all levels.
   
In the growing importance to optional subjects especially science and mathematics, the subject of English is neglected more and more than before. In view of globalization, the world has become a global village where all are realizing the growing importance of English as opportunities are coming to reach out to all aspirants. The students who comfortably neglected English at all stages are running after English to gain command over it in the way one is found crying over split milk.          

Published
EDUTRACKS
October 2021. Vol. 21 No. 2

Wednesday, September 1, 2021

Time's Traverse

Time is a chain flow
Witnessed in the present
Emerging from the fountain of future,
With its glittering colors,
The stream of dreams,
The harbinger of good fortunes,
Filled with high expectations
Of the sown seeds
To give high yielding to the farmer,
Of the efforts made
To result in fruitful results
In the present, once the future,
All seem empty, dry and mundane
Especially in this hostile world
To see the crops
Dried, or washed away in floods,
To reap the dreamed fruits
The gusty wind; its rage is furious
Made them fall into the dust,
The glow in the face
Appears in woes and throes
In faded hues
All bitter experiences
All stark realities
To merge and store in the past
They are in mind, though in love or not
The past is the ocean of the past,
Merged it in flow, the river of the present,
The ocean-past recurs as the clouds of the future.

Published:
Creation and Criticism
ISSN: 2455-9687  
(A Quarterly International Peer-reviewed Refereed e-Journal Devoted to English Language and Literature)
Vol. 06, Joint Issue 20 & 21: Jan-April 2021

MY DEAR COW STOLEN

My dear cow did not return that evening,
Its presence was not felt; its sounds, unheard,
For it, its shed, peg and grass were waiting;
I became dumb; my mouth uttered no word,
My mind recalled the thief to have stolen;
Two cows were with him eating grass in hand;
They lodged complaints to police, forgotten;
The same thief to steal my cow to his land,
Once struck in floods, my eyes welled with tears,
To my fortune, it returned safe in smiles,
The incident is fresh; so my mind bears;
It came back; we worship it all the miles;
My mother cow grazed on the grassy mound,
Came back home daily, here before sunset,
My family was in shock, still like ground,
We looked at the gate with the same mindset,
In deep feelings, our minds saw our dear cow:
White in color as per our cherished dream,
My dear cow, that all love is unseen now,
Grazed on the banks; drank water in the stream;
As companions, near you, are lambs and sheep;
Goats with their kids are among shrubs around,
In your absence, all flocks' feelings are deep,
In the flock, you are the whitest on ground;
You approach me; I rub your soft dewlap,
You come to us; we enjoy your full sight,
In the present, at your sight in joy-clap,
Our gates are open for you in delight;
You are special for your milk is special;
Whiter in looks to see us from the flock
For our great strength, your milk is essential
Until your safe return; of you, we talk,
You innocently believed in the thief
Like a baby to like sweets for kidnap;
Kick the thief or you are on sale for beef;
We love you; we grow your calves in our lap,
We, especially children love your milk,
Sometime, we have your ghee, never later,
We can't have your milk except buttermilk;
You guess our children will be hereafter.
Dear, we can't bear your absence any more,
How can you bear, forgetting us in tears?
Well, we love you; you love us to the core;
You are my mother; my dear of all dears,
Today you are not here, with the thief there;
Cocks and hens, goats and sheep in my village,
All are in woes and throes in faces here;
The thief's theft to our uncontrolled outrage;
You are pregnant with baby-calves in womb;
They are two, Sita and Gita; I call.
I search for you, all the places I comb,
If not, your twins I regain, my wish all.

Published
METVERSE MUSE
Triple Issue Nos. 64 to 66.
September 2021

MIRROR-TEACHER

the mirror is the teacher
downright in nature,
to say that spade is a spade
to show that shade is a shade;
the mirror is true in expression
real in exhibition
young as young, old is old
though inanimate it is bold;
no hypocrisy, no pretence
no trials to maintain suspense
with a view to enhance
the object's elegance;
it allows no recommendation
all ugly to be in fascination
the butterfly to be the caterpillar
the robber to be the tiller;
it tells how the viewer,
whether he is really gloomier
or he is actually happier
how honest is the mirror!
it is the teacher-trainer
for one to overcome shyness ever
a shy speaker turns an orator
it shows how to be an actor;
not the camera to capture images
as it is in the album pages
mirror can only show realities

Published
METVERSE MUSE
Triple Issue Nos. 64 to 66.
September 2021

PEN TO FLOW - HAIKU

Ink in flow for glow
In its kingdom of wisdom
From seed, tree to grow

Published
METVERSE MUSE
Triple Issue Nos. 64 to 66.
September 2021

MIGHTY PEN - HAIKU

Might is right ever
For it, pen is sole address
Portrays right for sight

Published
METVERSE MUSE
Triple Issue Nos. 64 to 66.
September 2021

ACTS FOR PEACE - HAIKU

All acts are for peace
When they are for mega sale
Blind courts get eyesight

Published
METVERSE MUSE
Triple Issue Nos. 64 to 66.
September 2021

COURTS -HAIKU

If courts love injustice
Sinners will be out of jails
Violence is like air

Published
METVERSE MUSE
Triple Issue Nos. 64 to 66.
September 2021


SONNET ON LOVE

Love, natural in bloom like a flower,
Selfless in action, supernal in goal,
Prejudices and pretences never,
Love in zeal merges with the supreme soul,
The mission and the vision as the whole,
Like the sun-lily in love-affluence,
Unlike the pole away from other pole,
Like two rivers join for their confluence,
To merge with the ocean in love-essence,
The lovers in unison, the two in one,
The life of two lives, the path in love-sense,
That is the true success of lovers won,
Love is like the sunrays and the moonbeams,
Shines love in the flows and glows of love-streams.

Published
METVERSE MUSE
Triple Issue Nos. 64 to 66.
September 2021

SONNET ON YOGA

Yoga, a boon to keep man calm and quiet,
It helps man to be free from fears and tears,
It frees the mind from darkness by its light,
As a link between man and God, it clears,
The mind, in full peace by relief-showers,
Increase in powers of concentration,
It makes the mind balanced in cool bowers,
In all works with strong determination;
No scope in mind for hasty decision,
Young and old can do it in the free air,
Thrice a day with prayer, meditation,
It trains the mind to think all dare and fair,
It helps the mind to cultivate beauty,
The body to shine in serenity.


Published
METVERSE MUSE
Triple Issue Nos. 64 to 66.
September 2021

MY FAVOURITE JOURNAL

I was in my wide search; my victory,
As a bird of notes sat on my shoulder,
A search for a journal of poetry,
It sang its melodies to my wonder;
A feast of ears for bliss auditory, 
"Metverse Muse" its name, known for its candor,
Editor Tulsi in metric kingdom,
With the melodic verses in wisdom.

Published
METVERSE MUSE
Triple Issue Nos. 64 to 66.
September 2021

SRI RAMA'S LEGACIES

For all man's welfare
God was born as man, Sri Rama
On earth, all turned his fanfare,
He filled joys in human panorama
All righteous and judicious
A rare model for human relations
All magnanimous and gracious
With all for cordial concerns
All loved him for his virtues
He proved cent-percent perfect
With the embodiment of values
In all, his high ideals an effect
Most lovable most to his father,
Whose words, he disobeyed never
He served his aunts and mother
Even the aunt, the cause for his exile
He loved his brothers as hearts
He treated the people as gods to bless
He revered sages in teaching arts
Father's words led him for their success
Ministers, messengers, small to tall,
His near and dear only for love-word,
Loved all and was loved by all
He came to their rescue as their guard
He was their king, relentless ruler
Even demons when they were flawless
In rescue in his safe royal parlor
For human relations in peace limitless
His legacies for peace and harmony
All to live for human concerns
Scarce in the age of rat race for money
Of all means for power-relations

Published
METVERSE MUSE
Triple Issue Nos. 64 to 66.
September 2021

THE BOND OF LOVE

Strong is the bond of love to dwell in hearts,
Lovers, true turn to be one, one in two,
Like two wheels to help the moving of carts;
Love like the sky, the wide expanse of blue,
Spreads sans walls like the perfume of flowers,
For the pleasures of love-adorers true;
The power of love dawns from chaste lovers
Like flowers to sweeten the atmosphere;
Neither of them away from love-bowers;
Love like earth, hemisphere plus hemisphere
For love in bloom, the verdant growth of lives,
There is no earth sans love in every sphere,
Love is like honey in store in beehives!

Published
METVERSE MUSE
Triple Issue Nos. 64 to 66.
September 2021

SCULPTURES FOR RAPTURES

Ramappa sculptures are lively treasures,
Like the setting in spring with all flowers,
Art-feast of aesthetic eyes for pleasures,
All pervasive feel of festive fervors,
Skills uncanny, carvings quintessential,
Gem in the galaxy of Deccan shrines,
True to life in the art of the chisel,
Engineering wonder, preferential, Art, music and dance designs in signs,
Kakatiya kings built it to excel.
Sculptors are not alive; sculptures, alive
Although the jealous misshaped the carvings,
Although made them to the pieces archive,
Why do invaders spoil in false cravings?
What delight do they derive in spoilsports?
Despite their worst efforts, arts are in shines;
Life lives ephemeral, art lives eternal;
In dazzles of the polished dolerite;
The rulers worshiped the art in their reigns; 
Dancers like Nagini seem supernal;
What sculpture else is my most favourite!
Art in life sculptors in dexterity, 
The rich carvings of legendary tales;
The grace of dance, music in variety,
Youthful bosom, bodyline, all in hails,
All like Samudra Manthana, the scene,
Makara-torana, leaves on shrine-door;
Nandi in the sitting posture, life full,
With its eyes in life-glow, veins in flow keen,
Majestic, graceful, comely to the core,
All viewers are in their magnetic pull.
All specialized and splendid are sculptures,
To visit it, revisit it, art fest,
A pleasant host to offer full raptures,
In varied shades, emotions manifest,
Sculptures move in art as sermons in stones,
A treasure trove of lessons on the arts,
Figures shine to attract more than real,
Songs of minstrel echo sweeter in tones,

Published
METVERSE MUSE
Triple Issue Nos. 64 to 66.
September 2021

I LOVE RIVERS

I love rivers for their ideal traverse,
They are great for they know any leisure
Like the inklings to gush into live-verse;

I love rivers!

They leap to flow from the mountain treasure,
They flow for earth glow never to reverse,
For their selfless service not in measure;
They store water in the ocean-immerse,
Evaporate to clouds for rain-pleasure,
All appear again to roar in rehearse;
I love rivers!

Published
METVERSE MUSE
Triple Issue Nos. 64 to 66.
September 2021

MY HEART FEELS ALL TO EXCEL ACTUAL.

My inmost heart echoes reality,
Truth to smell like the fragrance of flowers,
It enshrines in the sculptures for beauty,
Carved by the sculptors in chisel-powers,
Beauty is gaiety for the viewers,
It is the truth of truths to shine all bright;
Like the stars to twinkle in the welkin,
Art is art; find in it Beauty, seekers,
In their hearts, it dazzles in all delight;
To the sculpture-marvel, truth is akin.

Published
METVERSE MUSE
Triple Issue Nos. 64 to 66.
September 2021

TIME, WAIT

Time, you are great with your powers,
Why do you fleet so fast?
You can slow down your vast,
Let my parents and teachers;
Live in the same statures,
To see my fame-glow first.
You bestow the showers
Of joys on my success,
Wait until they all bless,
Me, in an appeal to your grace,
I wish all joys to glow in face,
As per my life wishes.
Let all my teachers in bowers,
Parents at home joyful;
They must be delightful;
When you stop, flowers never fall,
Ageing stops, all are thrall,
To me eventful.

Published
METVERSE MUSE
Triple Issue Nos. 64 to 66.
September 2021

I LULL YOU

You, my lovely baby,
Listen, my sweet lullaby.
It soothes you to sleep,
It lulls you to sleep deep.

You are tired of toddling,
Here and there smiling,
I love you in my embrace;
I can't pace with your race.

You, my lovely baby,
Listen, my sweet lullaby.
It soothes you to sleep,
It lulls you to sleep deep.

You are tired of lisping
Like parrots' pronouncing.
How enjoyable you are!
How sweet your words are!

You, my lovely baby,
Listen, my sweet lullaby.
It soothes you to sleep,
It lulls you to sleep deep.

You are tired of playing;
Your dolls are still seeing;
You smile tenderly;
You touch gracefully.

You, my lovely baby,
Listen, my sweet lullaby.
It soothes you to sleep,
It lulls you to sleep deep.

Sleep well and wake up,
Tiny works you take up:
I see you playing toys,
I find you spreading joys.

Published
METVERSE MUSE
Triple Issue Nos. 64 to 66.
September 2021

COURTS ARE FOR

Courts are for justice
Not play-courts for criminals
Eyes to see all crimes

Published
METVERSE MUSE
Triple Issue Nos. 64 to 66.
September 2021

THREE PRIORITIES

For ideal leader
Three main: health, education
Farming for progress

Published
METVERSE MUSE
Triple Issue Nos. 64 to 66.
September 2021

SPRING, YOUTH TRANSITORY

Spring is beauty in charms; youth in vigor;
Their tenure with glory transitory,
All love them to stay longer and longer;
Wants in life are sure to go contrary;
As dreams, air-castles to turn lives dreary,
All long to live long face mortality,
All wish wants real face futility.

Published
METVERSE MUSE
Triple Issue Nos. 64 to 66.
September 2021

ORDS' VALUE

Tongue can utter words;
Words true are to reflect hearts;
Signs of truthful arts,
Slip of tongue, the drown of ship;
Soft skills sure to win friendship.

Published
METVERSE MUSE
Triple Issue Nos. 64 to 66.
September 2021

RELATION UNIQUE

A family with a daughter,
The symbol of love in glitter,
Full life and all smiles,
Full joys and all miles,
A hundred sons' worth is daughter.

Published
METVERSE MUSE
Triple Issue Nos. 64 to 66.
September 2021

HUMANITY

Man to be human,
Not enough, to appear man
Make-believe is false.

Published
METVERSE MUSE
Triple Issue Nos. 64 to 66.
September 2021

Thursday, July 1, 2021

A Critical Interpretation of Robert Best’s Poem, “A Perfect Start to Autumn”



Location: PoetCrit, (Vol.34 No.2 July, 2021), New Delhi.

Genesis: I wrote this almost exactly three years ago, inspired by events taking place in the beautiful place where I live. It seems it’s taken a long time to see the light of day, yet it also seems perfect to be arriving on this site in September (because the site has been misbehaving for the last month or so), right around the time that the same events are playing out again.

UPDATE:

I recently received an unsolicited (and rather beautiful) review of this poem from a Dr. Rajamouly Katta, Professor of English from Telangana, India. Scroll down to read the entire piece, below the poem.

The late September morning
When I stepped out and realised
That the last of the swallows
Had left for the winter,
I went back to bed and wept.
Wept for the loss of friends,
For the end of a glorious summer,
For skies no longer cleaved
Into graceful arcs,
For the reminder of passing time
With nothing to show.

Early the following morning 
I leapt out of bed
At the cries of geese
And saw fifty or more
Flying low over my cottage
In a perfect V formation,
In a perfect start to any day.
In a perfect start to autumn.
                                        By Robert Best

A Critical Interpretation of Robert Best’s Poem,

“A Perfect Start to Autumn”

Robert Best as a poet, critic and reviewer is well-known in the literary firmament. His poetry deals with a rich variety of concepts. His poem, ‘A Perfect Start to Autumn’ draws my attention to its merits.  I feel like recording my response to the poet’s intense feelings, profound emotions and candid references to the images of seasons and birds in nature.  

The poem, ‘A Perfect Start to Autumn” portrays the poet’s personal, emotional experiences. The poet loves the sights and sounds of birds in nature. His poem is aptly called ‘bird-poem’. In the poem, he employs images in his accurate and minute descriptions with references to time and space to render it dramatic effect.

The poem starts with the morning scene, ‘The late September morning’ that captures the reader’s attention to the poet’s consciousness of time with its powers. The poet further refers to ‘Early the following morning’. The poem reaffirms the fact that time with its incessant flow brings about changes in nature. His references to seasons: ‘winter’, ‘summer’ and ‘autumn’ in the poem throws light on the seasonal cycle every year in time’s flow.

All the scenes in the poem are striking and the reader becomes one with them. The pen pictures of mornings are vivid and clear, vibrating and arresting. The scenes of two mornings make the reader understand the snapshot details of the poet’s moods, emotions and feelings. The poet’s cottage with his bed in it is another glaring image. The image of birds is so lovely that the poet can never be away from watching birds and hearing their sounds. The ship of his imagination that sails in the two stanzas of the poem carries his moods, feelings and emotions for the reader.     

Birds are migratory for their living in comfort and joy. He loves birds most like the Romantics. He enjoys the sights and sounds of birds. This is a bird poem like Wordsworth’s ‘To the Cuckoo’, Shelley’s ‘Ode to a Skylark’ and Keats’ Ode to a Nightingale’.

In the first stanza, Best depicts the poet’s unhappy emotions when the last of the swallows has left. He goes back to bed and weeps for the loss of bird-friends,

                        Wept for the loss of friends,

                        For the end of a glorious summer,

                        For skies no longer cleaved

                        Into graceful arcs   

There is a shift in the poet’s moods in the second stanza. The poet is in a pleasant mood the early next morning when he hears the geese fluttering and crying low over his cottage,

                       Early the following morning,

                       I leapt out of bed

                       At the cries of geese

Overwhelmed with joy, the poet comes out to have the sight of the birds. He finds geese in a large number flying ahead in a perfectly artistic way,

                        And saw fifty or more

                        Flying low over my cottage    

                        In a perfect V formation

The flight of geese in the sky in a perfect V formation bestows on him ecstasy. He finds the birds flying ahead in the sky to the place of comfort and joy. The sights and sounds of birds fill his heart with bliss and solace.

The love of the poet for the birds is aptly comparable to that of Wordsworth to picture birds, ‘ethereal minstrel’ and ‘a pilgrim of the sky’ in the poem, ‘To the Cuckoo’ and that of Shelley to refer to a skylark as ‘Blithe the New-comer’ that outpours sonorities ‘from heaven or near it’ in the poem, ‘Ode to a Skylark’. The birds with their melodies inspire the Romantic poets to write poetry with rich imagination.  

Like Wordsworth, Best loves the sights and sounds of birds for bliss and solace, harmony and peace.  When he does not find swallows, he feels deeply unhappy. He goes back to bed and weeps for the loss of bird-friends. In the next stanza, the sight of geese bestows on the poet all delight to bloom smiles on his lips. He finds solace and peace at their sights and sounds. He rises from his bed in the most exultant mood.

As a Romantic poet, Best has a sight at birds He enjoys watching their flight in V formation, listening to their sounds and watching their beautiful feathers. He portrays his keen observation in the flight of birds like swallows and geese. The poet loves the lovely movements of birds like the flying of geese in the sky in V formation,

Flying low over my cottage

In a perfect V formation

In a perfect start to any day.

Best loves birds as he treats them as his companions or friends in the way Wordsworth treats Nature as mother, teacher or brother in adoration. He is eager for his pleasure in the company of birds like the birds, the daffodils and other objects of nature for Wordsworth.  He feels sorry when the sight of birds, his friends does not fall in his eyes for his eager pleasure. The situation, the most unwanted, makes him weep for the loss of the company of birds, realising

That the last of the swallows

Had left for the winter,

I went back to bed and wept.

Wept for the loss of friends,

Like the Romantic poets, Best refers to the seasons and their cycle of seasons. He refers to his special liking for summer. He feels for it when it is not there for him to enjoy its charms. The end of beauty is the end of everything for him,

For the end of glorious summer,

For skies no longer cleaved

Into graceful arcs,

The poet’s moods are linked with the seasonal cycle in nature as he is a poet with the consciousness of seasonal changes in nature in the inexorable flow of time. Man concurs with the cyclic changes of seasons as time with its invincible powers conquers man against his wish and choice for a particular season,

For the reminder of passing time

With nothing to show.

The poet is very much worried for the passing of summer when the birds like swallows migrate to the place for their comfort. There is a shift in his emotion as per his wish. To his solace, he further hears the cries of geese low over his cottage. He rises from bed in excessive joy and comes out of his cottage for his craved glimpse at the geese. He enjoys their flight in a perfect V formation. He expresses his joyful emotions when he glimpses the birds in flight, ‘Flying low over my cottage’. He appears to fly and join the geese, his companions in their flight for his delight.

Best is eager for pleasure in the sights and sounds of birds in all the seasons irrespective of his choice. Every minute with the sight of birds is the golden time for him. He loves birds as deeply as Wordsworth in ‘To the Cuckoo’,

                        I can listen to thee yet:

                       Can lie upon the plain

                       And listen till I do beget

The golden time  

Like Best, Wordsworth craves for the sights, sounds and charms of birds for his bliss and peace again and again,

O blessed Bird! the earth we pace

Again appears to be                      

Like Wordsworth, Best waits for the birds to fly in the sky in the season delightful for him. He is always in quest of enjoying the sights and sounds, flights and flutters of birds for his joys. The image of birds recurs and recurs in his poetry.

Best indirectly or directly concurs with the fact that annual seasons occur cyclic in the ceaseless flow of time. He, in eager pleasure, feels that the season of his choice with the beautiful sight of birds starts one day, ‘In a perfect start to any day’.

Like the Romantic poets,  Best loves ‘glorious summer’ and ‘graceful arcs’ besides the birds and their nice movements in a perfect V formation.

The poet is successful in communicating his emotional experiences to the reader. The reader shares the poet’s emotional experiences becoming one with the poet,

I went back to bed and wept.

Wept for the loss of friends

The emotions of Best are much deeper than those of Robert Frost, marking a clear-cut contrast. Both recount their emotional experiences.

Frost expresses his feelings in the bird poem, ‘Come In’. He hears the song of a thrush. It all appears to welcome him to share its lament with him regarding the passing away of the sun and the changing of the season. He does not enter the dark woods nor does he share its lament.  He enjoys the beauty of starry sky, staying outside,

But no, I was out for stars:

I would not come in

I meant and even if asked

And I hadn’t been.

Unlike Robert Best’s description of the flying of geese in ‘V formation’ with his warm relation to them, Frost describes the action of a duck’s swimming in a lake and admires its strength in the other bird poem, ‘The Most of It’. He shows no relation to it. He describes the habits of birds like the thrush to build its nest in the oven shape in comparison with the human craft but shows no relation to it.

The mingling of facts and fancy makes the poem, ‘A Perfect Start to Autumn’ delightful. Best delineates the facts: birds to migrate to the place of their comfort and joy and birds’ flying in V formation. It at the same time reflects the poet’s love for the calm and apparent beauty in nature and fancy for the most pleasant sight of birds’ flight in the sky ‘in a perfect V formation’, ‘glorious summer’, ‘graceful arcs’, and so on.    

Best’s love for nature is pure and birds are friendly like Wordsworth’s one in motherly nature. Frost as a poet with his distinctive treatment to nature marks a distinction from Wordsworth and Best for their deep involvement in the beauty of nature. Frost springs from fancy to fact and fancy back to fact as he does not get engrossed into the beauty of nature like the Romantic poets. He watches beauty in nature and hears the song of thrush from outside the woods where as Best treats birds as friends with all love and becomes one with them at their sights and sounds, movements and flights.

Best is for nature with the sights, sounds and shines of birds seen outside of his cottage. He stays at his cottage but loves to live in nature, watching birds for bliss. 

The simplicity and naturalness of the poem is the special merit of the poem. It reflects the apt and adept use of words and repetition of words like ‘wept’ and ‘perfect’ to express the fact, the intensity of his emotion. The title is ‘A Perfect Start to Autumn’ more appropriate than the one, ‘A Start to Autumn’ that does not sound enough to be appropriate.

Best’s references to seasons have symbolic significance. Autumn is a season of leaf-fall, the shedding of all beauties meant for the gaieties of viewers. Summer is a season of glories and joys. The birds in flight symbolize time with its endless flow.     

Robert Best has risen to the heights of a poet par excellence by virtue of his imagination and vision. The poem, ‘A Perfect Start of Autumn’, he expresses his powerful emotions appealing to the heart. His deep and passionate love for birds shapes his creative imagination and poetic vision.

It is an excellent bird poem for the readers to enjoy its beauty sketched in the hues  of words. It is affluent in images, lucid in language and deep in emotions. All the poetic skills shape it into a beautiful poem.

Works cited:   

Best, Robert. ‘A Perfect Start to Autumn’, Poetcrit (Vol.34 No.2 July, 2021) 120

Published
Robert Best
July 2021

ENGLISH

            'English is an international language, world-wide language, global language or universal language,' said Mr. Akash to Mr. A to Z Shastri who is a great lover and staunch supporter of his mother tongue.

'I don't agree with you... English is a foreign language...It's not our language...,’ said Shastri.
 
'It's a got a lot of significance across the world and we should realize it...It's the language of universal importance...You should try to know it,' said Akash. 

'You think like that...You feel like that...You dream like that...You're unaware of mother tongue's importance. You and your-like are giving importance... undue importance to English...,' said Shastri.

'The state Government is giving importance to it now as the medium of instruction in schools even in the Government sector as it's essential for all purposes There's no doubt it...' said Akash.  

'Why should we be so much crazed with the spell of English when it's a foreign language...? Why...Why...Why...Why...?' said Shastri.

           'We're not simply crazed with the spell of English.... We'll have suitable rewards by the grace of English...That's the unrivalled greatness and unsurpassed success of English... We should know that we're supposed to learn it if we want to achieve our goals,' said Akash.
 
'Is English necessary in India? Can't we live in India without English? Can't we play without using English? Why should we study in the medium of English? Didn't our forefathers live without learning English? Didn't they study without English? Can't we have scientific advance and technological progress without English? Can't we cultivate land and have crops without knowing English? Why don't you agree to the statement of the most famous writer, Kommarraju Lakshmanrao that there's a clear-cut difference between the students studying in their mother tongue and those studying in a foreign language...? There's a glaring difference like the one between the babies to drink mothers' milk and those to drink servant-maids' milk?' said Shastri laying stress on his mother tongue.

'You may have a series of questions to pose...You're ignorant of the importance of English...,' said Akash.

'The sun arises and sets, and the moon waxes and wanes without having the knowledge of English. Nights fall and days fall without hearing English... Do they stop to do so if you don't speak English...?' said Shasthri.

'The sun and the moon are the witness of the fact that everyone is wishing others "Good Morning", "Good Night", so on in English...Even the people of a little awareness, including servant-maids, are greeting others in English...All are calling their parents "mummy" and "Daddy ",' said Akash.

'I don't greet any one in English...I don't call my parents "Mummy" and "Daddy". I don't like English... its colour..., its taste..., its smell, its sound..., its flavour..., its touch...,' said Shastri.

'Even you cannot live without it...English has become a part of our life...We can't deny its importance...' said Akash.

'It's nothing for me...I can breathe air, drink water and have food without the knowledge of English...I can sleep with my life-partner and speak to her and all others without the use of English...,' said Shastri.

'It's impossible to come up...impossible to come up...without English. The sun and the moon are the real witness of the fact,' said Akash.

'I can make it possible...What is not possible...? Challenge...,' said Shastri.

Shastri was such a person. He was a man of challenges and stubborn nature. He did not like English nor did he like the customs and traditions of the English people, the Europeans. With all reluctance, he listened to others speak English sometimes or often. He very often found even ordinary people use English words in their speech. When he encountered all such situations, he convincingly advised all of them not to speak English at any cost. 

'It's Inglipis...English is sometimes in the mockery of saying Inglipis... It's a foreign language...It's the language used overseas... Our chaste mother tongue is there for us to use for our communication,' said Shastri. 

Shastri developed a grudge against English and the users of English. He practiced to live without the use of English. On that mission, he trained nine people enabling them to the extent possible not to use the words of English at any cost. He made all efforts to achieve his goal and conquer Akash in his effort. He took them to him to prove what he had promised and achieve his goal set before him. 

'These're my friends. They're lovers of their mother tongue...only mother tongue... You can listen to them use their chaste mother tongue to express their ideas,' said Shastri.

'Very good...I appreciate your efforts...I call all the ten people of yours. Hello, it's Number one... You can speak on "money and savings". Let me listen to you...' said Akash with the sense of challenge.

'"Okay" I speak on the topic...We can earn money by virtue of our hard work. We can save money in the "bank" for the future...for our children... We can't keep money in the house... In order to open an "account", we have to fill a "form" in the presence of the "Manager". I keep my savings in it only. In this process, we get "interest". It's there for our investment and development; security and safety and so on,' said Number One.

'You've used six words of English...The next can speak of entertainment and amusement...,' said Akash.

'"Okay" I speak on entertainment and amusement. Whenever I feel boredom...I feel like spending my time in entertainment and amusement... I buy a "ticket" and go to a "cinema" with the "matinee"...  I enjoy the "picture". Later I've some "drink" and go home,' said Number two. 

'You too have used only six words in your speech...Good...Next you can speak on "Your children's education",' said Akash.

"Okay" I would like to speak on my children's education...I sought "admission" for my son in a "school" by paying "fees". There're very good "Sirs". They teach well... My son is a good student...He got the first rank...He got "scholarship" for that.  About my son there was some news appreciating him in the "paper", a daily. I'm "happy", said the Number three with a smile in his face.

'You've used eight words of English...Okay...Okay...the next comes and speaks on "dressing styles",' said Akash.

'"Okay"...I'm "ready"...Now-a-days people wear "dress" as per the "fashion" of the day. The children wear the school uniform ... They've "dress code". Every school has some "uniform". In the "cinema" the hero and the heroine have their own "style" in their "dressing",' said the Number four. 

      'Congratulations...You've used twelve words...You're great...I welcome the next...You can speak on the "rules of the road",' said Akash.

'"Okay"...We drive vehicles on the "road". In my travel, I found a spot that was dangerous for the vehicle running at a high "speed". Once a "cycle-motor", crossed the "line" and dashed a "bus". It was a big "accident". I saw a boy riding a bi"cycle" nearby. I found the "police" on "duty "at the crossroads to give a "signal".  We should follow the "rules" of the "road",' said Number five.      

            "Hearty congratulations to you...You have used thirteen words of English...Of course one word has been used twice...Yours is the highest score...Okay...the next one...You can speak on "elections"... Very easy topic for you...my dear...,' said Akash.

'"Okay"...I speak on "elections"...Everyone is lucky to have the "vote" right...A man from our village got a "ticket" from the "TRS" "party" to be in the fray. He met all the “voters".  He promised his all-time help in getting a "loan" from any "bank". I went to the "polling" booth and the "Sir" gave me a "ballot" "paper". I voted for him and put it in the "box." His man at the gate said, "Thank you...",' said the Number six.
   
"Hearty congratulations to you...You topped all the speakers using fifteen words of English... Next, you can speak on the "social evils today",' said Akash.

'"Okay..." Society is full of evils shunned and of ills cured. A single reformer cannot eradicate, and a single "doctor" cannot cure the ills.  I don't like "ragging". It is the worst evil, the sin of sins. What's the "Government" doing? What're the "leaders" doing? When the "police" and the "court" are there, there should be punishments. As punishments are not there, the evils continue to exist and persist....' said Number seven.
 
'Good...You, Number Seven, have used seven words, for you love English very much...I call the next ... You cannot speak on "computers" without using English...,' said Akash.
 
'"Okay"...I try to use the words of my mother tongue... I'm ready to speak on the use of the "computer". It's an "electronic" "device"... The "data" is "installed" into it.  It's the "CPU" ("Computer" "Programming" "Unit") to start the computer. We've the "key-board".  First, we've to go to "desktop"... The "mouse" helps us to move the "curser"... For opening "windows", we've to "click". We use the computer for many purposes as it's the age of computers,' said the Number eight.

'You've tried not to use English words...It's impossible to talk about Computers without using English...You've used sixteen words... I invite the next...to speak on his everyday activity,’ said Akash.

'"Okay"... I'm the "last" but not the "first" to participate...I wake early and go for "walking". I "brush" my teeth. I use Colgate tooth "paste".  I've bath using "soap". I "dress" myself. Then I've meals at a "hotel" sitting in a "chair" at a "table". The "supplier" is very polite to me. He supplies good "food". I pay the "bill"...I go to "office" everyday as I mind "duty". Now and then, I've "coffee" or "tea" only. After doing duty, I go to "stadium" or the "club" and play games... Later I go to a "cinema" or a "circus" or "pub". After having "dinner" I come back to go to "bed" after writing the "diary" using my favourite "pen",' said Number nine.

'You topped the list of nine candidates by using twenty-seven words of English to speak of day-to-day activities... Congrats...,’ said Akash.

'"Sorry" I trained all the nine members to speak on different subjects in their mother tongue...It's I who "fail"ed, ' said Shastri.

'You've used two English words...in two sentences,' said Akash.

'Right...' said Shastri.

'You've used one word...That's also an English word,' said Akash.

'Yes...,' said Shastri.

'Again, you used an English word,' said Akash. All the members including Shastri used English words and Akash laughed loudly for about five minutes.

Shastri completed his degree in the regional medium. With a great difficulty, he secured border marks in English after his repeated attempts. The examiner might have felt that the answer script was of a wounded soldier. There were clear evidences of his copying in the answer book. He put the question paper and tied up it with the answer script. There was handwriting of someone else for the writing of all bit answers. In one of the answers, he copied the note: "For the rest of the answer, refer to the last but one page". He clearly wrote it by copying from his guide. Even the laziest examiner clearly understood. The examiner showed it to other examiners and all of them laughed at the paper. If there had been the student of the paper, they would have beaten up him like anything.  

When his friends got jobs, Shastri also applied for jobs. For all jobs, there was an examination in English as the main subject. They faced interviews to test their communication skills.

Shastri faced an interview. Interviewers were there to test their communication skills, general knowledge and subject knowledge. They were very particular about communication skills. Three stalwarts sat there to test all of them on those lines.

Shastri's turn came to face the Interview. He entered the Interview Hall with no confidence, as he knew some basic words with no knowledge of their correct spelling. He had a letter of recommendation with him to submit to them. That letter infused some confidence in him. That was why he walked briskly, entering the hall. He wished the interviewers Good Morning, and all expected him tell all answers. He showed his resume along with certificates and the cover with the recommendation letter. The interviewers were strict and so they did not care for the cover with the recommendation letter. He introduced himself to the interviewers. They started to interview him:

'How do you convey the idea of the old, torn currency note?' asked the first interviewer showing it to him with a view to knowing the level of his communication skills and knowledge of English.

'This old ten-rupees does not walk on the road...very old note...very old note...a very old note...Not walk anywhere...,' said Shastri.  
'You should say that it's a counterfeited note or a currency note not in circulation...,'said the first Interviewer.

'I see...I see...,' said Shastri.

'How do you start the Body of the Letter, the Message or the Communication when you write a letter to your friend...?' said the first Interviewer.

'I'm well...I hope that you're in the same well...the same well...,' said Shastri.

'You should write not like that... What you said means differently...You don't know what your sentence means...You should learn many things to have command over communication skills...'said the first, Interviewer, laughing.

'I see...I see...' said Shastri.
  
'Okay...When you've no need to fill anything in any column of your application form, what do you write...?' said the first Interviewer.

'Nill' said Shastri.
'Is it with double 'LL' or single 'L'...?' said the first Interviewer. 

'With double 'LL' like 'LL' in 'fill',' said thoughtfully.

'It's not 'Nill'...my dear candidate... It's 'Nil'... said the Interviewer.

'When 'Fill' is right, 'Nill' must be correct...'Put' and 'but' are not pronounced alike in English. That's English,' said Shastri.

'Okay...How many letters are there...?' said the first Interviewer.

'Only a letter... a political leader's letter...,’ said Shastri.

'I'm not asking about it...I'm asking about the number of letters in the English alphabet,' said the first Interviewer.

'I haven't counted them...,' said Shasthri.

'There're twenty-six alphabets in English...Is it right?' said the first Interviewer.

'What you say...right...right...,' said Shastri confidently.

'What I said is not right...It's not "twenty-six alphabets"...but "twenty six letters"... Mind it...There're twenty six letters in the English alphabet...,' said the first Interviewer.

'I learnt... all of them...but did not count them... No necessity of the number...the Number ... no need...,' said Shastri confidently.

'Yes...It's a waste of time...a sheer waste of time....' said the first Interviewer.

When Shastri answered all wrongly, the other two interviewers were disappointed deeply. They did not feel like asking him no more questions on general knowledge and subject knowledge. All the interviewers wanted to tell him very openly,

'You're unfit to do any job...,' said all the three Interviewers in one voice.

'I... not...like English...I... hate... I hate it... It is Inglipis...I... dislike...like not...like not...' said Shastri.

'English is very essential for career development... English is in use for all purposes... English is a universal, international, global or universal language...English is the language of universal communication. English is the language of science and technology...English is the language of competitive examinations...English is the source for securing enormous knowledge...English is of universal importance... English is for overseas studies and job opportunities. English is life...Life is English...You can't question its priority and supremacy...Mind it and get out...' said all the three Interviewers in one voice.      

Shastri did not get any job anywhere. He was jobless for some years. He approached Akash with an appeal to him,

'I want to learn English...I want English...It's my prestige question...izzath ka savaal...I want to learn it...,’ said Shastri.

'Good...You've realized the importance of English...,' said Akash.

'Yes...Yes...I want to learn it... I learn it...It's my dream...It's my only dream...my sole dream...,' said Shastri.

'After a series of failures, you've learnt some English by virtue of your perseverance. Failures teach man many things and leads him to triumph...It's a real success in life...,’ said Akash.

'Yes...Yes...Yes...Yes...Yes....' said Shastri.

Akash started to teach Shastri Grammar for accuracy, pronunciation for fluency and body language for decency. He took it as a challenge to learn it...He learnt it perfectly. He achieved his goal. He faced one more interview with the same Interviewers. When he spoke very good English and impressed them without any letter of recommendation this time. They were surprised at the enormous improvement in him to face the interview successfully. He came out of the Interview Hall with flying colours. His nine trainees learnt the secret of his success. They too learnt English perfectly and won their desired jobs.  
 
Shastri came to Akash with a constant glow and glittering smile in his face with the words of joys,

'I've got a job of my choice in the job mela,' said Shasthri.

'Congratulations...,’ said Akash.

'English is life...Life is English,' said Shastri with emphasis on English.
   
'The cloud shrouded was disrupted by the English storm...Your strong desire to learn English disrupted your glooms. That's your spirit...the real spirit of Shastri,' said Akash happily.
Shastri left the place singing a jubilant song loudly when his nine trainees joined him to sing the song in chorus. 

Published
Creation & Criticism
Vol. 6 Joint Issue 22 & 23 July - October 2021 

Thursday, April 1, 2021

BUDDHA

Buddha, in the sitting posture
In the meditative stature
The gesture ignites all austerities
Keeps away all life-absurdities
Sheds light for sin-atonement
Spreads the light of enlightenment
Soothes with the voices of silence
Heard from his heart of benevolence
Lays the paths of devotion
To lead to bliss in perfection
Infinite thoughts in echo
Multiple charms in glow
All poise and peace in the face
Always to propel bliss in all ways
Ways to release from worldly bondage
From death, disease and old age
That deeply moved his young heart
Sought the path of salvation on his part
Young prince, sure to reign
As a sole sovereign to shine
Forsook his rightful kingdom
For gaining insightful wisdom
All led him to Gaya, to the Bodhi tree
Glancing the tree calmly free
Beneath it, 'Maha Bodhi' sat he in prayer
For an eternal solution as a seeker
For seven weeks in deep meditation
Peace and positivity in assimilation
Buddham Sharanam Gacchami now as ever
Echoes in and around the place.

Published
METVERSE MUSE
Nos. 61st to 63rd Triple Issue (April 2021)

ODE (IN AB, AB, CDE,CDE RHYME )

1

Spring! In Time's flow, you are the fest for all
Like youth with all lovely charms and glitters,
To you the five senses become a thrall
An eye-feast of beautiful sights for viewers
A fest of melodies of the music
My heart springs in delight like the young rays
As a gift, the joy of light
Flora displays all blossoms majestic
In all variety strewn and
You are indeed the season of delight

2

Spring, the wealth of full bountiful flowers
I am Love for flower-adoration
To present my consort your rich treasures
She and I launch joy-trips in elation
To adore your beauty in boundlessness
We pace amid your sights in jolly grace
In shines in floral hues
The tired bid goodbye to their weariness
All woes and throes flee in charms of your face
I love to abide in your pleasant views

3

Bulbuls, wrens, cuckoos and all songbirds
Fully throated in joyous rendition
Flow far beyond the description of words
It is the nice chorus presentation
All seem to take part in turn for delight
I start to sing in majestic presence
My consort takes steps all befitting
A lull in rhythmic flight
You are Spring, divine to bring excellence
A nice concert to all for reveling

4

Spring! Soothing is the touch of breeze gentle
The feel of embrace beggars description
The bamboos sing melodies to startle
I am with Consort in jubilation
In the warm embrace, the fete of nature
The pollen grains love to reach the stigma
Soft petals pat on creatures in swinging
In the swing of rapture
All in grace the players of the drama
For onlookers in rejoicing feeling

5

Honey, full plentiful for butterflies
For swallow in the most playful flight
In their hover for the priceless price
The buzzing of bees in full delight
The sweetest treasure for them not to miss
The long wait for it, really their fest
A celebration of taste and flavor
Fests of palatal bliss
O Spring, in your reign, nature is at its best
All that credit goes to the Creator

6

Spring! The season full of leaves and flowers
Then of fruits, beauty in variety
For all verdant wealth and fragrant pleasures
Then of taste flavors in all bounty
The sweetmeat of scent for a vital role
For the choicest rapture to the heart's choice
The fountain to fill joys for the nose-thrill
The path to lead to goal
All the hearts to dance to the voiceless voice
In vibrant moods for you are to fulfill.

7

Alas! Time flows and your charms on the wane
The yearly trick of fresh looks is over
It seems a stream to flow from boon to bane
Its life in little span, charms in high measure
Leads the curve down to reflect on Love's brow
I appeal to you, Spring not to pass so soon,
Stay yearlong and fill the world with joys
You, my heaven in glow
To live in your company is my boon
Without you, I am a child without toys.

8

O Spring, ruled you are, I do not know
To consider my urge, you have no right
You are in bondage of Time in its flow
To go against the mighty you have no might.
I hear you, Spring slip all of a sudden
A surprise to me, Love for your reasons
The flow of Time never allows reverse
It is not to happen
Spring clings in the annual ring of seasons
This is the fact learnt by the universe
Published
METVERSE MUSE
61st to 63rd Triple Issue April 2021

Artful Arts

                                      The heart is to glow in the face
                                                  The face echoes the heart's ways
                                                  As the natural art of man's race
                                                  Whatever deep comes to surface                                                  
                                                  For the face is the index of mind
                                                  The humanistic in insight kind.
                                                 
                                                  Today man has learnt pretences,
                                                  Nice hypocritical appearances
                                                  All artful, cunning, dubious arts 
                                                  Of man to possess the cow-face
                                                  To be humble for a cruel action
                                                  Of man to be the sheep's clothes
                                                  To appear bleak and meek ever
                                                   Of man to shine the chameleon
                                                   For its glow like its surroundings
                                                   Of man to shed the crocodile tears 
                                                   To have compassion for its victim
                                                   Of man to know how wear a mask
                                                   Of man to appear in disguise
                                                   Of man for a fancy dress-show
                                                   Of man to hide their honest hearts 
                                                   Of man to conceal their true minds
                                                   Of man cleverly to feign madness
                                                   Of man to forget to play his role  
                                                   Of man, to call a spade a spade
                                                   To prove to be indeed human  
                                                   Truly in thought and action 
                                                   True in walk and talk 
                                                   Let the weeds of falsehood perish
                                                   To let the sprouts of truth flourish.  

Published
METVERSE MUSE
Nos. 61st to 63rd Triple Issue (April 2021)