GREETINGS ON PONGAL DAY

The harvests’ just in

Its time to celebrate

Lets kindle the fire

And our houses decorate

Lets welcome the spring

And the new commemorate

While the old we ring out

As we with Joy rejoice

And Pongal wishes shout

Happy Pongal and all its joys

Pongal is the harvest festival of the Tamils; the people of Tamilnadu, a state in Southern India to which I belong

ECONOMIC INFLATION AND MORAL BANKRUPTCY

When a five hundred rupee note

Is the equivalent of less than a ten dollar bill

And a hundred rupee note

Is just slightly more than a one dollar bill.

Then it is time for us to take note

When a five hundred rupee note

Can only purchase what a hundred rupee note once did

When a hundred rupee note

Can only purchase what a twenty rupee note once did

Then it is time to reduce the things we once bought

Then we know we are ruled by inefficient

and corrupt leaders, honey

Who have benefited from inflation so deficient

that it has eaten away our money

leaving the people in misery

while the leaders continue to be greedy

and the nation by usury is brought to penury

to finally dissolve in insolvency

JUST A PASSIONATE FOOL

I risk more than what others think is safe.

I care more than what others think is wise.

I dream more than what others think is practical.

I expect more than what others think is possible

Whatever, I may be or do, I add my own passion

which prevents me from proceeding with caution.

My passion caused by my capacity to feel

Will it ever let me live and be on an even keel?

Wonder if that makes me a good person so cool

Or totally bad or just another normal human fool

THE MISSING LITTLE B(R)OTHER

I met an old friend named Johnny

Who appeared to look quite corny

For he was drowning in a flood of tears

When I met him after all these years.

I asked him what was truly amiss

And he said his little brother he did miss.

On hearing this I was rather surprised

For of his brother I had not been apprised

He said his brother who lived down south

Had not bothered to see him; which was uncouth

I felt sad and asked him what was the problem

And thinking that I could solve them, I asked him.

Though he had passed through many stages

He said his brother he had not seen for ages

I asked him what the problem really was

He said that it was the paunch that he has

I then realized what he was referring to

And told him I had the same problem too

And though I knew I was an only child

And had lived my earlier life really wild

I too was unable to meet my little brother

Until I realized I could see him in the mirror

THE CORRUPTION OF THE GAME CHANGERS

The broom that sweeps clean today

Will one day be worn and swept away

Just as a leader who is hailed today

Will one day be denounced in every way

The common man’s honest movement

Will one day be the common man’s torment

And if you think this will not happen

You too will not be there to witness it happen

BEING POLITICALLY INCORRECT

In today’s dirty world

Being frank and truthful

So I am always being told

Is considered loose talk

While couching falsehood

With words of deceit

Is appropriately considered

Being politically correct

So let us continue to talk

Loose without falsehood

For it is not necessary

To be politically correct

But certainly necessary

To be truthfully right