FANCY ORDER-SHOW

When I look at the society today

It shows its face with tears.

When I look into newspapers everyday

It expresses in every page fears.

The leaders in power have confidence,

"That state or nation is in progress."

The opposition says, "There is no evidence

Of such at any cost" stated by the press.

The people are in confusion,

To know who are false and who are true,

As everything is beyond their vision

No clue, no cue by the press crew

Sugarcoated words or mask-guised face

Lies appear truths or truths appear lies.

Everything today is fair in their race

The people fall prey like fireflies.

All are in the false glow.

Everything to be in the order,

Mere fancy order-show,

All cross the order-border,

The people fall in the dilemma

Like the riddle with no solution

Nothing clear in the panorama

Nothing healthy in political pollution

It is clear no change is in the days

In the rays and in the beams

In the promising ways.

A change is clear in the glaring gleams

In the words and hues of promises

For progress they talk about is not clear

But it echoes the rampart-premises,

Days are ahead to find it true to the ear.

Published

Metverse Muse, 80th to 83rd Quadruple Issue.

HIVE OF HONEYED MEMORIES

A treasure to give no chance for stealing,

It is the treasure of sweet memories.

They never know any scope for fading.

They come to my mind in series.

All thoughts proceed to actions,

For memoirs related to actions in store

Ever fresh to call for my reactions,

Always to rejoice me to the core.

The memoirs are like a fresh flower

To gladden my life in freshness

To turn me young in power

That is recollections' real greatness.

I remember those happy days

When I plowed my field by a small plough,

Sowed the seeds in the farming ways

To it, thro papaya leaf-tubes I let water flow.

I recall my tiny mud house, a treasure

With the tobacco stumps as its roof rafters

In and around it, I played in pleasure,

Read my books, now it all matters.

The house built by me safe in summer,

Helplessly collapsed in rains

What pinches, knows the dreamer,

My playing heart was full of pains,

I played Gilli-danda under tamarind trees,

It was the sport, our most favorite,

Playing marbles was our next game,

Swimming was a delightful right.

All those, the hive of honeyed memories

With childhood reminiscences

In my tiny village, still tell joy-stories

In many aspects, mark sweet differences.

Published

Metverse Muse, 80th to 83rd Quadruple Issue.

EXTRA-SUPERMOON

The phenomenon finest, rarest, and fullest

The cosmic variety to mark beauty,

All the sky-gazers witnessed at the closest,

The extra-super moon for their gaiety.

Grown bigger in size, shone brighter in shine,

It is spring after a span of seventy springs,

For its display of dazzles in its glimpse reign,

They felt like flying ever on their wings.

It is fully round to fill in fully wide lashes,

It is the celebration of a unique festival.

To catch its superbly spectacular glimpses,

Really celestial, supernal and carnival.

At high-rise outdoor buildings and, shores

For the perigee-syzygy, the super moon

They forgot their age coming out of doors,

A heaven on earth, the cherished boon.

The babies from arms leaped for its catch.

The children jump to hold in the palms.

The eyes of adults twinkled in their watch.

The old felt the event the blessed alms.

They learnt it the fest to fall a rare befall,

They hid its beauty in gaiety in hearts.

In times of tears and sans nears to recall

To fill joys in their lives of living arts.

Published

Metverse Muse, 80th to 83rd Quadruple Issue.