Ode to Yak
A grudging gush grew from the east
Grey grasses nomads endured the worst
But another summer rises
A tense of another green grasses
Yield yaks not your strength is our spirit
And majestic figure the valour kept
Yawn yaks not thy horns are our awake
A band of your tails like we walk
Youth of today takes your patience
Purpose? You are on untiring race
To strive, not ebb and tire
Yours is youth’s fire
Still, the warrin’ gush gallop’d from east
Wolf on the grapes but our spirit not died
Innocent Child
I was confused
Really
Confused and confused
Grandfather said
“They will kill you”
But I saw no one around
To and foe, up and down
Only grandfather and I
In our home
No one else
But, “they will incarcerate you”
He repeated, red face
Purpose?
I was not told
Maybe I was child
But, nothing and nothing it was
I found a scraped paper
“Free Tibet” in red ink
I love Tibet
In heart pocket
I put and he found
In the home
But, I didn’t see
A man around
Our Guest
One,
Door knocked
With teeth sought
“A lodge, lodge”
A poor traveler, asked
With scarf mother invited
Two,
“Door banged”
Chuckled and said
“My room”
Brazen traveler
In shrug, mother was in vain
Three
“Door broke”
In anger, grabbed the key
“My home” said
Beggar disguised owner,
In refuge mother exiled
If I were
If I were wind I will wing as I will with
Heavenly soar to emulate an Engle
The king of bird in the cloud nine
With his freedom and fly to hover as he likes
If I were wind I will breeze as I like
To peek jumping fishes in the blue lake
Moving in freed wall water as they like
With their unrestrained twist in free lake
If I were wind I will dissect in the wilderness
To see the king lion to learn this impulsive act
A stately gait and lacking adversaries
Roaring to bear out his self-will
If I were wind I will fly as I like
To the snow lion in the Higher Himalaya
To learn his unseen and regal being
Away form bite and spit of society
If I were wind I will walk as wanderer
On the gifted grasses galloping in gay
In delight deer dears the nature, I like deer
In the wild pasture of liberation
yes, if only you were a bird could you do the undo things…. if only you were a bird………… but alas !!!! you are not !!!!
Nice going throu. ur writing. keep it up !!!
May be, too late for response, then, saying waves, “better late than never”, so i would like to thanx ur comment.