The Sun Smiles

The Sun Smiles

Dawn is dark, human has to walk!
Yes! The doc has advised me a daily walk.
No gracious green gardens or spacious green grounds yielded space.
Thus the rugged black roads have become the timely treadmill.
While I walk, my thoughts wander as I ponder. 

Dewy dawns are not new to me…
These have given me my captainship and under-officership.
No one can ever touch the pretty pinnacle
without smelling the sweet smell of the early dawns.

Green plants are smiling; are they laughing?
Are they laughing at the obese flesh mountains,
moving around like bulldozers, in the garb of walking?

Pedigree dogs staying in their luxurious kennels
bark in rough bass voice at straying stray dogs.
Country pigs, on city streets, with their litters rule the road
and run around the filthy slush grunting merrily.

A flash of brightness is on the rag picker’s face
while he sees a bag of rags on the gutter-side.
A gang of gangmen and women sweep the roads.
These are the insignificant panting ants
attired in dirty dress, parading for cleanliness.

Poster-pasting boys do paste the poster-boys’ posters on walls,
which are already overloaded with posters and cow dung,
and they don’t care whether these walls belong to some one.
A green passer-by person, with “beedi” in his mouth,
laughs in glee at the ever-green actor/ess on the green poster,
unknowingly he corrupts both his psyche and physique.

People like bees throng the half-opened tea shops
to sip a cup of “dust” tea and start the day with a buzz.
These shops remind me of the fair-weather colonizers
who mercilessly uprooted living green trees
to have their green tea gardens and coffee estates.

I see many cycles and old mopeds hurrying to work.
No BMWs, No Fords, No Hondas…
The early “poor” birds have to catch their worms.
Later the “rich” birds will grapple with green stuff.

The polluted breeze tries to invade the atmosphere.
Humans laugh! Children cough! Plants sigh! Animals and birds sigh!
No wonder, the earth is green around the gills!

Dawn is here! Greens in fear!
Leaders in cosy AC, sign “green treaty"

The sun smiles!

 







SURESH FREDERICK

UNKINDEST ACT

UNKINDEST ACT

Smell of raw flesh

Blood splashed on the face of the mother

Infanticide!

Soldiers in search of the royal blood

            butchered many innocent infants.

Weeping faces could not stop this gory act –

            but, the immaculate baby boy survived.

Smell of raw flesh

Blood splashed on the face of the soldiers

Crucifixion!         

Jews' intention of assassinating the great man

            ended in Golgotha

They nailed Him on the Cross –

            but, He rose again.

Smell of roasted flesh / naked flesh

Liquor splashes on the face of the people.

Sin!

Satan wanted humans to fall in to his web

and has succeeded in many a ways

Blood of Christ is still wet –

but, am I crucifying Him again!

Suresh Frederick
 

Bats and Bats

Bats and Bats

Novice cricketers

from far and near
flock the ground
with bats in their hands,
and dreams in their hearts!
They hit tennis balls today

preparing for the red cherry.
Some have thick Casuarina sticks
instead of bats, to hone their skills.

Winning willows turned vile villains?

Not only are Willow trees the innocent victims,

but also the wild and the unwild, bearing and barren ones.

Unknowingly, these players have treaded on many trees,

Bloodlessly bulldozing them to the ground and to the grave.

No Newton needs to tell us that nothing will happen off the bat?

Clearly, Cricket is the passion of the nation!
One day, some of them will become
Sachins and Dhonies!

Next Campus,
full of emerald trees,

teeming with lovely life!
Bats throng the tall trees
of the elegant woods.
Inversion without vision:

they hang for their lives!
Their invasion has enhanced
the bewitching beauty of the locale.

Afforestation has offered a safe haven

not only for these elsewhere unwanted  flying foxes,

but also for all breathing human beings,

by offering rejuvenating and refreshing oxygen.

Believe it or not, undoubtedly, batty is not bat’s behaviour!

Modern technology and knowledge have to rain in ecowisdom.

Let every tree in this enormous world become a Bodhi!
Hopefully these will not be visited by
Rathores and Bindras!

SURESH FREDERICK