(Written for my nephew Rahul )
Looking rather cross, was a hooked beak albatross,
sitting on a rock, atop a hillock,
large wings poised to take off in flight.
Once it thrived in the seas,
diving and fishing in glee
Its beautiful wings spread,
it flew above the tallest trees.
The wicked fox and the wild rat
Like villains in Nature’s green lap
preyed upon its precious eggs.
Man too, was never far behind
He too forgot to be caring and kind .
Now pollution and hunting have taken its toll
An albatross facing extinction can never be droll.
On the loftiest tower above us all
Spinning her silk, is a youthful rhyme
Her cascading hair held up aloft
by anguished hands running against Time
As yet another sun merges with the sand
She weeps into the dusky orange glow
A wraith, wiping her tears on a wisp of cloud
Will these red rivers ever cease their flow?
The ocean has receded into the blue,
She still waits here looking out for you
to welcome a warrior, from across the sea
Her tresses spread, a shadow over the trees
Come, for the choked fishes no longer swim
Come, for the birds have lost their wings
Pastel green trees have turned gnarled and brown,
Smiling faces are few, far more are the frowns.
Black bullets glitter, embedded on nursery walls,
black waters hover over the milky waterfalls
The season of spring has gone far away,
Flames now scorch, for love has turned grey.
Every gate shut, every door locked
but a small window of hope could never be blocked
Come’ O’ Prince! She will throw her plait
Blackened by grime since that fairy tale,
mothers used to read aloud
Little angels used to dream about
The golden waves that will kiss your core
But before that prize, still remain some chores.
If you can stop the storms swirling around,
If you can build a bridge over the troubled ground
if you can shield the melting glaciers from the flames
If you can cover the desert with green grass again
If you can find a sparkle of love in the apathy around
Then ‘O’ Earth warrior,
here comes her gold falling onto your ground
For she is Earth- The princess of Life
Kiss her golden ropes and rescue that fairy rhyme,
the one called Rapunzel, once upon a time.
(This poem has been published in the book “Once upon a time ” by Barry Mowles and Friends)
This was my first poem,written in 1985 I think, and was published in my school magazine called “Kaleidoscope” I found it in my old diary and thought of sharing it here.
The house of my dreams
shall be in a wood
Amidst conifers and evergreens
Wouldn’t that be good?
There would be brooks and streams
with water clear and bright.
I shall play in them
from morning till night.
Parrots and rabbits
monkeys and deer
shall all live happily
in good health and cheer.
There will be fruit trees all around
crowned with fruits, sweet and ripe.
I shall share them with all my friends
and lead a jolly, merry life.
Far from the dust and crowds of cities
I shall lead a quiet but happy, happy life.