True Wavy Black

 

Nourished with a few drops

of natural coconut oil

truly black stood in rows

like an obedient army

Young school days

fear of white coat and cane

had a little choice

trim down to carpet clean

Stepping into the race

crafting my own boat

sailing upstream

was the spring had wavy

Soon came the long summer

in the land where even native dates palm

roots stood in cool while heads burning

default, crew cut

Unwelcome falls appeared quick

treated seawater and harsh weather

influenced, no choice for a young

on one war of many fronts

 

Time has flown away fast

leaving me in the long summer

uncontrollable lifeless gray

peeping all over

It’s obvious, eyeball rollover

my bald and my NIC

sure no winter, not again

for my wavy hair...

The Journey

 

On verdant leaf, a strange spot's birth

A tiny mark, of life and mirth

It spreads its hue, like morning dew

And turns the green, to yellow anew

The leaf, once full, now withers slow

As if the sap, began to flow

In reverse, a tale of woe

As nature's beauty, starts to go

The tree, above, with sorrow's sigh

Watches its child, begin to die

It weeps, in silence, tears of pain

For life's brief span, and fleeting gain

The wind whispers secrets, as it blows

Of life's transience, and nature's woes

The leaf, now yellow, starts to fall

And with it, memories, of life's call

*an AI assisted poem

What’s Packed in a Seed?

 

Strong bark, many branches,

Velvet soft or harsh buds and many leaves,

Smooth, fragrant and nectar filled flowers,

May be thorns too, but to protect them,

How all those are packed in a small seed?

Amazing!

But, to know what it brings that

shall be planted,

grow with strong roots,

span of time

and go through many phases,

to stand tall and reap fruits.

Sure, they give you

priceless breathing air

since they span their arms with love,

tiny green leaves.

Ride Alone to Win

 

One shall put all the efforts, ride alone

to hear many claps at Finish line.

Where Fair, Free and Justice is Found?

 

Not in places
where preaches, sermons, chants are common, 
Not under roof of institutions
dedicated to ensure,
But only one place where
Fair, Free and Justice
is found in,
dear dictionary,
please preserve those for
a reasonable time
to come.

Nature’s Treat

 

Dark clouds travels fast.
Oh! What a pleasant mild blow.
The dance gathering in, move a way fast,
is it a flock dance, but beautiful.
Clock yet to reach five.
Stage sky high, background was dark
where range of lights offered by the nature.
Wind catches the rhythm, tall trees in join the chorus.
Stage turn darker.
White beauties with slim brown body
fly in like a row of angles
moving around and around
quick and fast,
doubt any ballerina could do.

Oh, wind turned harsh,
clouds may be sad, in tears
sudden turn to downpour.
Where did those softy angels hide?

What a beautiful nature’s treat?
Cracked open thick nut shell,
set them free.
May be they are in their journey to grow tall.

Life Pulls Back

Life pulls back,

Not knowingly soul is a bow.

Never mind,

shall stretch back

not one, but two or more inches.

To shoot arrows forward.

But do not break me, the bow!