And then what followed was so exciting As they shared their love with the huge trees By hugging them and thanking them For providing shade, food and medicine.
A PICNIC AT KARURA FOREST (A healer’s dairy)
Verse
ANCESTORS
They went away far from us Yet they reside within all of us Showering blessings from afar In their world they all live at par.
LACK OF LOVE
Intolerance soars to unknown heights, Creating havoc with insecurity and frights. Be it Kashmir, Karachi or our own Kisumu, Be it Somalia, Sudan, Syria or the land of Zulu.
MY FRIEND
When misunderstood was I By one and all And loneliness ran me dry Together for hours did we cry You braved the norms And made me smile My friend you lit the torch And brought some hope to me.
HONESTY
Honesty evades us honestly, And asks for shelter pleadingly. The hurts inflicted by the untruth, Are morals simply gone uncouth. It weeps and agonizes longingly, For the truth to emerge boldly. Suffocating from being under wraps, Disguised by some unscrupulous chaps. Alas! Lies have gained popularity, Despite their dark, sly notoriety. Children conceit their own … Continue reading HONESTY
LOSS
The night that was to be fun, Fell untimely victim to the gun. Snatched away promising youth, To the merciless and uncouth.
Daddy I Miss You
Not much is spoken about fathers though they play a crucial role in ones life. This poem is a tribute to a father missed by his child when death did them apart.
I Am Tired
The simple dreams and all freedom of the docile Indian daughter in law or wife in the conservative families still exist like some distant wish. This poem speaks of the feelings of many such women who dare not break free yet strive for the day they have their own identity. I am tired to … Continue reading I Am Tired
MOTHER DIVINE
http://www.theasianweekly.net/web/ Published in The Asian Weekly issue 298
GLOBAL WARMING
The Climatic changes, the Heat enrages Causing anger, frustration and damages Boiling bubbles of the sun rays gazing The cattle are awaiting green grazing
Sikiladi 