It is not the road not taken - a transcreation

It is not the road not taken - a transcreation

It is not the road not taken,
I encounter the same madding crowd
on the same intriguing paths,
much traveled;
I feel the same hurried footsteps
of humdrum men, amidst the deep
Breadth of the blue,
the same food prints on
the sands of time's eternity.

Yet I miss your pearly laughter
tinged with vibration,
craving for a niche in heart's nest,
I am alone here pining and plodding,
devoid of celebration of life.

Hunger, when I was only ten

Hunger, when I was only ten

I was, young, ten, tender, ten only,
Not old enough to know the travails of
Poverty,
Hunger ate me alive,
When I starved hunger ate me alive,
I ran home from the school,
Ran faster than my body could sustain,
gulping water from the street tap,
The speed was breathless, speechless,
Straight ran into the kitchen,
To see the firewood was drenched,
For the thatched roof was leaky,
As if to shed tears for the desperate,
I, helpless, curled up in a corner,
Cursing my existence,
Befriending the cute kitten.

Who was my best friend?

Who was my best friend?

When hunger ate me alive,
When like the mischievous group
Of orangutans jumping from
One tree to another,
My belly was pinching poked
By the insides, when food was
Available in scarce, when shops
Were closed due to blackout,
When I could not enjoy the merry go
Round in the park and the prattles of
The children for my utterance each
Minute was construed a prank
by many wiseacres,
when my frantic phone call
to a life long friend was
turned down with a cold nod,
his being away at once for an
urgent purpose,
when currency urges to turn a concubine
to the much coveted wife’s position,
when kith and kin looked askance
when I retired voluntary, in the
matrimonial markets money alone plays
a roll more effective than the
roll call of many factors,
when buttermilk suffice both my
hunger and anger, I kiss the jar
when the shady tree was felled down,
Unauthorized and untimely,
the axe of the cruel hand was to be
cut off in a scuffle,
Kidneys are purchased and
Bargained and sold it was a
Rude shock for the unexpected,
The negative factor and the
Realization of the reality
To open my eyes in the future
Is my best and lasting friend.

Tonight is an unusual night 136

Tonight is an unusual night  136


Tonight is an unusual night,
for after the day’s hard labor
and the mute witness of the mindless
actions of men over many dumb and
desperate, deviled, my mind questions
my self, why should I be silent?
It results only in the thanksgiving,
to God for this.
Tonight is an unusual night,
for a view from my balcony
takes me on to many sights
when on the other side many
Sightless sigh for the depravity.
Tonight is an unusual night
for the land is wet and the
breeze carries the dampening
aura of the soil and pleasant
augury for the passersby.
Tonight is an unusual night
for I could view the aircraft
playing hide and seek and the
wink by the wheels, make me merry.
Tonight is an unusual night
for my pen records how the
Small and silly think they are
Good and wise in this generous land,
for the land which they tread upon
bears them too with patience