Poem of the month

This poem "Mid Summer's Day Dream" has become the Poem of the Month at Poetry Magazine.
www.poetrymag.com

Mid Summer's Daydream

Streams of sweat
Bringing sweet relief

Sizzling city streets
Scorching hurried feet

Temperatures rising
Flaring tempers

Scowling sullen faces
Drowsy with sleeplessness

Bare upper bodies
Shimmering in the sun

The days go on
Nights are long

The rich escape
Hills and misty air

It's the poor
who bear the brunt

Summer's here
every year

Will it rain?
If ever, when?





This
work is licensed under a
Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 License.

Walk

The wide blue highway
Or a narrow winding road,
It really doesn’t matter
As long as you’re walking.

Walk.
That’s all you’ve gotta do

The tender desert sand
Or a hard rocky mountain
It really doesn’t matter
As long as you’re walking

Walk.
That’s all you’ve gotta do

The taut tight rope
Or loose corridors of power
It really doesn’t matter
As long as you’re walking

Walk.
That’s all you’ve gotta do

Portals of hallowed learning
Or lessons learnt on street
It doesn’t really matter
As long as you’re walking

Walk.
That’s all you’ve gotta do

The wild side of life
Or the straight and narrow path
It doesn’t really matter
As long as you’re walking

Walk.
That’s all you’ve gotta do

Walk

Nameless

Arre babu, shhhhhh, hoyyy, edo
Names they call me
Names disgusting
When I am just me

The same olde me
In branded sheen
And big-name car
Make them change

Saar, ji, Mr. Sir
Names appalling
Whoaaaaa, that’s not me
It’s a pity

Kicking then,
Grovelling now
Oh what magic
These brands do

While I remain me

Let me live

I want to watch the sun rise on Mt. Kanchenjunga
And feel its warm rays seep down to my heart

I want to lie down on a moist grass carpet
And feel the rhythm of my own heart beat

I want to watch the sky lying down
And see the stars shine down on me

I want to sleep on a rustic canoe
And let the lakes waters gently rock me deep

I want to drink sweet nectar
Freshly drawn from a wild flower

I want to ride a stallion
Bareback with no saddle and stirrup

I want to fly out into space
And look at earth down below

I want to reach to my fellow man
And comfort him when he’s down

I want to lend a helping hand
And lift up the ones who are in need

I want to live a full life
And live on after I am gone





This
work is licensed under a
Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 License.