Saturday, December 24, 2022

Manhood

Manhood

The man can climb

The highest mountain

On this planet Earth

Yet, he cannot fly

Like a bird


In desperation

He created

A flying object

Called aero-plane

Which runs on fuel

Polluting

The entire planet


He has landed

On the Moon

On the first attempt

Without making

A single mistake


Yet the scientific projection

Is and was

That man cannot penetrate

The Van Allen Belt

Without radiation sickness

Which is lethal

In less than five minutes


Only thing

A man is good at

Is lying even

To mother and his or her

Fellow beings


My only hope

During the Christmas Celebrations

Do not lie

If your pocket is empty

And do not buy on credit

Which you cannot afford

With your own earning


Let the politicians lie

Saying

That they will

Bring rice and gold

From Moon or heaven


When the price of oil

Filling a tank

Going up

  And skyrocketing

Day by day

 

Motherhood

Motherhood

If I do not say,

Anything about

Motherhood

If not Womanhood

My mother would

Be unhappy and

God only knows

Where she is now


I am happy to say

My mother never

Encouraged Falsehood

Yet, she lied to me

When my dog died

On the road by accident

I never saw the dead dog

  And the event was pushed

Under the carpet

 

That was my gut feeling


What I know is

Mothers lie

For their children

Instantly and perennially

In this

Country of Ceylon


I would relate

One story for posterity


An aristocratic mother

And her son

Who lived

In a rented house

To end this piece


There was a sweet

Old gentleman

On the street of Kandy

He had a lovely

Collection of books

Collected patiently

In years of his life


He gave those books

To the son

Of the aristocratic woman

And one by one

He sold them

For petty cash


When this old gentlemen

Wanted the books back

To be donated to

The Temple of the Tooth

He absconded


I confronted the mother

In their own house

In Kandy

And told her

I  have

The record of the books

And planning to take

Legal action


They disappeared

To their base

Probably in Matale

I could not and did not

Want to trace them

Back to their hometown


Problem in Ceylon is

Everybody in this blessed land

When requested

Gives a wrong address

And a wrong telephone number


I have one of my friends

Who lost a large sum of money

To a guy who pretended to buy

A plot of land belonging to him

And got a large loan

With a bogus claim 

Without any security or surety

He is still trying to trace the Guy


The recent Shaft

And Shafter incident

Is nothing more

But an aberration

Of trying to frame a guy

And the act going awry