Ants
Minions are they
The highly disciplined species
Of earth
One who
Never change their track
For the sake of one
Never change their mind
For the sake of time
The preservers of food
For the future
To feed the empty stomachs
Of them and of generations.
They move in a rhythm
The rhythm that
Anticipates the march
As the warmonger’s parade
To the war field.
Their hard work
And their perseverance
Alone brings them opulence
That makes them more beautiful
Of all the inhabitants.
As an abutment of solidarity
They never refrain
From their mission
Better when
They are not irritated
Bitter when
They are disturbed.
Alan Cherian Puthenpurayil
Apathy of the rivers
Life for you and me are like two
winding rivers
That started in the high snow clad
mountains;
And meandered with vigorous force across the flat plains to meet the ocean.
However, the two winding bends never
meet each other
Flowing parallel in different directions towards their final destiny.
But the unpredictable nature changed their courses through an earthquake
And forced them to flow as one
united stream
Towards their eternal destination to
the ocean;
As one unified flow that bridges
the mountain
With the ocean across the vast flat plains
Telling the universal story of love and life.
We may have lives in parallel but we
are destined
To be united one day towards the final journey.
Saikat Kumar Basu
Night listens to me
Her skin so georgeously fair;
With a lovely, silky, straight hair;
A husky voice that is amazingly soothing;
All adorned on that body, so wildly
appealing!
Her smile loudly screams confidence;
Her veiled humility, a mesmerising
fragrance.
Charisma follows her like her very
own shadow;
Trustworthiness in abundance,
always ever grow.
O! When she walks on the passageway;
Joy and excitement tangoed in my heart
on that day.
O! When she walks on the passageway;
The world is beautiful even on
the gloomiestday.
Mike J.V. Nongbet
