LIMERICKS AND RHYMES: MY ATTEMPTS AT POETRY: June 2013

Sunday, 30 June 2013

AN ELEGY TO MY MOTHERLAND

Here lies my beloved country,

Buried deep so deep inside,

This morass and cesspit so filthy;

With corruption and nepotism beside.

Here sleeps my mother land,

With no respect for womanhood;

Rape and dowry deaths stain it’s hand,

While the poor live without food.

Here wastes the land of my forefathers,

With no pride in its culture or tradition;

Its strong social fabric in tatters,

Its grandeur lost in transition.

Here rests the land of the saints,

In spite of sages so wise;

A picture so ugly and dirty it paints,

With carnal lust, sin and vice.

Here decays the object of our martyrs,

Who died for our freedom,

That has now turned into a satire;

What a waste of their effort and wisdom.

Friday, 28 June 2013

A MEATY SERMON

I was asked to preach

God’s holy word

in a small church

to a small flock or herd

Since I’m good at preaching

About elusive salvation

But not at practicing

Which leads to my damnation.

I commenced with a bang

As is my won’t to do

The congregation did hang

onto my words of wisdom too..

I commenced by addressing them as

Dear Brothers and Sisters

Though they could be called an ass

As I turned up my whiskers

I told them I wished to talk

about a Piece of meat

that with us doth walk

that piece of meat

which was the cause of all sin

that piece of meat

which never lets us win

that piece of meat

the cause of all our problems

that piece of meat

that causes enmity amongst brothers

that piece of meat

which brings a lot of pleasure

that piece of meat

for which we forsake treasure

that piece of meat

which is the cause of divorce

that piece of meat

which does not respect marital vows

that piece of meat

which is mostly outside

that piece of meat

which must be controlled inside

that piece of meat

that can give so much pain

that piece of meat

without which our life is in vain

that piece of meat

that piece of meat

that causes women to fight with women

That piece of meat

That prevents us from reaching heaven

That piece of meat

that separates brothers and sisters

That piece of meat

That makes brothers to fight brothers

that's the Piece of meat

I want to talk to you about

I then paused and looked around

that's the Piece of meat

that's the Piece of meat

that's the Piece of meat

that's the Piece of meat

That I want you all to control

And not let it roll

that's the Piece of meat

That I want you all to control

Dear brothers and sisters of mine

That piece of meat which is thine

that Piece of meat

That I want you all to control

Without any harangue

Is the tongue

My friends

Incidentally, by the way

I know what you were thinking

And if I may

I would like to say

Your corrupted minds are forgiven

For guessing it wrong, dear Men

Now, let’s all say halleluiah!

And now can I get an Amen…

Thursday, 27 June 2013

KNOW IT ALLS

The world is full of those whom I call “know it alls”

Who think they know the answers to all of life’s mysteries

Such are those whose pride goeth before their respective falls

As long as they nourish their unconquered vanities

Those who think they know everything

Are those who truly know nothing

For the first rule of wisdom through learning

Is to be humble and accept that we know nothing

The moment we realize that we know nothing

Then we begin to learn something

And as long as we believe we know nothing

We can gradually learn everything

So let us accept with all humility

That we truly are zeroes with nothing in them

And thus when we shed our vanity

We shall obtain wisdom’s precious gem

Wednesday, 26 June 2013

REFLECTING ON REFLECTIONS

The mirror is a mere object of illusion

Which depicts another object of illusion

Which is the human body.

It shows us looking shoddy

And as we age and grow old

It portrays aging so stark and cold.

When we were carefree and young

The mirror did smile benevolently upon us

But as we age we begin to hate it thus;

But the mirror which is so cold and cruel

Is an illusory object which doth pamper and fuel

Our egos and then brings it crashing down

When our youth and beauty hath flown

But the mirror does not reveal the inner core

Which is the soul within that opens heaven’s door

Tuesday, 25 June 2013

CLIMBING HIGHER

Having almost climbed up a mountain,

It is advisable that you don’t look back.

Focus on completing the remaining stretch of the mountain

And always stay completely on track.

Having almost attained great heights

Don’t think of what was down below

The hard way of life is always full of fights.

Focus on the tall heights above

Having gone off the beaten path.

Never ever try to back track,

Take the path till death do us past;

Continue to remain a hard nut to crack.

Having been a unique, loving personae

Continue to remain so

Never tamper with what you are

That is the way to go

If you continue this way all your life

You are certain to have carved a niche.