Wednesday, 28 March 2018

O" Mynah..


       O” Mynah...

 O” Mynah, O’ Mynah the little bird,

 I had got it from the paddy field.

The screaming sound echoes in fields

In the dusk where I saw reaped grains,

Looks like golden beads in sunset

Loading  in bullock carts by men.                

The women carrying hay bundles in line.

All are busy to go to home.

The ants are biting too hard,

Village hunter black crows scramble it.

 The screaming sound echoes in fields

The little bird was injured, twines twisted

in wings and limbs are bleeding

I saw tears in its eyes.

Feathers are stuck   in blood and mud.

When I took the bird in my hands,

Aggressively it strikes again and again.

With pointed sharp beak and claws.

It made cuts in my fingers.

But I didn’t drop or leave the bird down







I loved and cared the little mynah.

It’s unable to fly, healing takes time

The turmeric paste applied on broken feathers

Day by day it became a beautiful Mynah

It had a yellow golden crested eye.

It had brown and black plumage that shine.

Thin Yellow limbs and beaks

White patches under its wings

The adorable beauty started to sing.

Woo! What a change..

Started  to jump and move slowly in cage.

Its adapted to  a free flight .



In the backyard I started to watch

 Other birds in dawn and dusk

But they smelt I will put them in cage

I perched and kept there  food in bottles

The locusts and grasshopper and cockroaches

My mynah swallows very fast.

Then home cooked rice, peas and sweet fruits

Kept in the coconut shell all dishes it likes

First to give to my mynah always tasty dishes.

Early joyfully wake up hearing the mash up songs

It’s able to walk on toes and move on the loop.

When I touch the bird it shows greet.

Tail feathers kept up and head will be down.

Stretches the wings and dances like a peacock

It slowly started to talk to me in love

It starts to whistle in loud, if any guest comes

It screech if it sees cats, snakes or eagles.



I just thought the bird is docile let it to perch alone

The bird in swift flew over the trees and started to whistle

That made immense joy to that bird but I felt very sad

the cage with left over dried seeds and sweet fruits.

Its sleepless night watching at the cage i.e., empty

I heard melodious song often by the bird.

You in the groves and fly with free birds in sky

On the hanging leaves of coconuts trees.

Now it sings and dances in the natures love.

You are with your mate in the avian world

Without boundaries enjoy the freedom, enjoy life.

I heard, I seen you here and there jumps

I know in my home you are a caged bird.

 But the polished cage, I kept for lifetime.

It will be a cage for giving care to Bird 

O” Mynah, you live long in your home.

                                 






Wednesday, 21 March 2018

The simple poetry


The simple poetry..
All have feelings

Air in the wind

Water in the sea

Fire in the rocks

Beads in the necklace,

Colors in the rainbow,

Stars in the sky,

Atoms in the Molecules

When combine with human thoughts
with an inkpot, pen and book

The poetry is made.

Sunday, 11 March 2018

The chooral stick..


The ‘chooral’ stick

 An unrolled rotang stem

It’s from the sacred groves

Like a snake, it climbs on the tree

Are you bearing in mind?

It’s only a green stick

 this generation  is never familiar

All become alert, full with spikes

Dried out barks are pulled off

 It appears pliable polished stick 

While we fight each other it strikes

Parents will take it up

It swishes with a whistling sound

Sometimes it looks like a dragon

 it looks like a whip.

 It looks like a loop

Sometimes we buy and sell the sticks,

To please teachers and parents



Haha, the stick will talk to us

At ones, it will give warnings

It's a presence on the table

It's a presence on the desk

Echoes discipline in boyhood days

 Reminds the paining friends also

 a burning blister will be in every hand

Weeps in pains laugh later in ground

Within us scary ‘The chooral sticks’ stories  

It’s a pointer to mould character.

The magic of the stick brought changes a lot.








Friday, 9 March 2018

The genders..


      The genders

 I saw an imperial garden

Only with colorful flowers

Everything is connected.

Same family in the rows of joy

The “staminate” flowers

 The “pistillate”   flowers

And a few  “androgynous” flowers

Woo! Beautiful   creations

All sways in harmony.



Oh, in their sweet smiles,

 Soft hum of fragrant air

Plays with  humming birds.

But when I came close to

The androgynous flowers

I felt their eyes in tears

 Reveals opened petals

I touched the soft heart,

 The blaming blood relations,

Wounded and isolated them.

Rustle of a half man and half lady.

Heard in the colorful petals

So it is a solitary flower.

In the imperial garden.


















The Androgynous flower.

Everybody coming up

E verybody coming up  with  roses red roses Oh!  vinca rosea  Lot of roses So soft heart,  so many roses Feeling the roses rise in the dawn ...