LEONARD DABYDEEN
The Abyss
(a
terzanelle poem)
This
is the abyss where man falls into,
where
he bluntly refuses to listen
to
any advice, or truth hitherto.
It’s
where his mind-set is caustic, brazen
to
the point of seeing everything fake,
where
he bluntly refuses to listen.
Where
Covid-19 spreads, it’s a mistake;
the
number of deaths absolutely false:
to
the point of seeing everything fake.
Even
though his surrogates show repulse,
his
callousness bares this affront be true:
the
number of deaths absolutely false.
His
conniving actions bare truth in cue,
without
a doubt, vote against him is fraud;
his
callousness bares this affront be true.
Tomorrow’s
tantrums will be heard aloud.
This
is the abyss where man falls into,
without
a doubt, vote against him is fraud;
to
any advice, or truth hitherto.
Deviant Are Us
How
much of this good Life in us we know
That
sparks a storm like tornado coming
When
the aberrant reveals we know so
Only
waiting to strike without thinking.
On
the spur of a moment feet pump gas
And
wheels ride o’er innocent passersby
Who
ramble and scramble in a morass
Shrieking
and screaming with echoing cry.
Who
are we to decide consonant norms
To
aggregate attributes to aspire
And
for us to appropriate social forms
When
beast in each of us sees no desire.
If
we nurture Life like Nar’da Muni
Deviance
will be controlled scrutiny.
You Are My Light
You
are my light
my
kindled lamp of guidance
a
twinkling star
at
mercy of a troubled night;
you
take me closer, closer
to manger
of hopes and dreams
where
success rocks in a cradle
satiating
gifts
gold,
frankincense , myrrh
along
my stumbling path
battered
and bruised
in
the nature of things
you
keep me walking
unmindful
of stumbling stones
while
my heart pulsates
through
bones relentless
in
pursuit of success;
in
the eye of my destiny
I
watch the vista
determined
not to falter
holding
on to you
you
are my light
my
kindled lamp of guidance
Om…Jai
Shree Ram…Namo Namah.
LEONARD DABYDEEN
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