I am dying because of you
I gave you love pure and true
but all you gave in return
was your damned concern
with a boo and parleyvoo.
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Nothing is impossible to my redeemer
Who measures the foamy sea in his span
He feeds the finny kinds of the unfathomed main.
How much more, man, will he not remember?
He cares for the sparrow and forgets not the ant.
The elephant’s share is made superfluous.
Even plants are not forgotten in his supplies.
How much more, man, will your needs be made scant?
Then my soul, cast away your shallow anxieties.
And throw your burden on the Provider.
Your God the Almighty father – the protector
And the pilot of your uncertainties.
He who was, he who is and he who is to be.
Savior worthy of praise: supernal Lord.
Whose loving kindness surpasses eternity.
Whose fame all generations sing abroad.
THE CUPID DART
(The scene is set. The body is feeling restless on the bed)
THE HEART. (with indignation).
Oh prodigal feet.
Where did you stray,
And took us the way
You sent us today?
Behold how the state pulse beat
With the throbbing heat
Of some unknown secret.
THE FEET. (vexed).
Oh, impudent heart.
What is our fault?
For playing our part.
All we do is only to obey
What the state mind convey.
According to his plot.
THE TONGUE (adding in accusation)
Oh wanton mind
Why did you plot such a plan,
To send the state feet on such errand.
And set the rest of us on the run?
Behold how my appetite
Sicken for some secret rite.
THE MIND. (in retort).
If I did, and so what?
What right have I not
To use what part
Of our realm for some common aim?
Send, I sent the feet.
But what is my blame
If some inquisitious pair
Refuse to reserve the limits
Of their uncivil stare
To bargain the realm
For a dream?
THE EYES. (in defiance)
Stare we did stare,
But in sober mood.
Only to compare.
And what crime is it to admire
If not, alack!
That talkative had gone that far.
With a remark.
To compliment some desire.
THE MOUTH. (crossed)
Alas! poor me.
It was only my duty
To greet wherever we meet.
And smile in exchange for a friendly treat.
But mine is not to ask for the price.
If that unscrupulous person
In his tricky guise
Had not played the pun.
THE SECRET AGENT. (in agitation)
Oh, sower of discord.
This is treason against the state.
To accuse a poor blind mate.
Is the greatest hypocrisy.
In deed and in word.
If I may beg to tell you.
The story as it stands true
The seed of instability
Passion and discord in our state.
Is that Cupid dart
In the records of the Heart.
Life is a transient flash of spark.
Within incomprehensible gloom
With a moan of terror from the womb
And a groan of horror to the tomb
One may hardly enjoy his welcome
And he is ready to embark.
Variety is the beauty of nature
Abnormality the wonder of it.
Prodigy is its miracle
And appreciation is the key to understand all.
LAUGH AND BE MERRY
Laugh and be merry
Around the monument of joy
There is company
Dancing like ants in a convoy
But when grief approach his lamp,
Friends scatter and lovers flee.
Then, weep and be sorry,
For adversity is the key
To discover one’s destiny.
When tyrants ruled the word
And there was no shelter
For the brave nor coward
God ordained Aluta
As students remedy
To defy tyranny.
Aluta is student’s knowledge; Aluta is wisdom!
Aluta is student’s courage; Aluta is student’s ransom.
Beauty clothed in penury
Is a buried glory.
THE ALUTA ANTHEM
When the aluta bugle blows
Where will be your stand?
When the aluta spirit glows
Will you wear the red band?
We engage in bloodless fight
To achieve our human right
We fight with peaceful force
For the sakes of freedoms cause
Ours is compromise truce
Whether we win or we lose
We the aluta flag is raised
Will you too advance?
And when the enemy is faced
Have you thought of your chance?
When the aluta news is spread
Will you help campaign?
When the great song the banner lead
Will you join the refrain?
THE PARTING GIFT.
Keep this memory for yourself.
On your heart’s most secret shelf.
And if someone should ask to know
Say, it is your personal woe.
Lord, give me anything from above
Only sanctify it with love.
Thou may give me poverty.
To protect me from envy.
If prosperity shall win me jealousy.
Give me a woman of mean art
But let her not break my heart.
On the expiry of my lease.
In my struggles with disease
Let my enemies tease
But still let me die in peace
Anger is a ginger
Essential but bitter.
When I went to Tess, I studied Tess
And when I came to wife, I married Tess.
THE HUMAN RACE
From horizon to horizon journeys the sun
And somewhere along the track breaks someone’s span;
Those who cannot keep up their pace
Drop out from the human race
A picture is a piece of pleasure
And an art is a piece of treasure
If the creature will not bite,
It will threaten with fright
Ignorance is the shame of man’s omnipotence
Curiosity is the grief of his omnipresence
And knowledge is the woe of his omniscience
A woman’s love to a man is like pills
For his sufferings and ills
Sweet on the rind, bitter inside
A fair dose heals
An overdose kills.
And underdose causes more ails
When found scant when in want.
Petty things become important.
ON HIS PRESENCE AT U.S.T
Not to have been here, would have been worse
Not a loss, but a curse.
It has always been my desire
To find some useful business
To indulge myself.
Something to make my soul perspire
Which though trivial, nevertheless,
Neighbours may delve
And find out how my rent was spent
With the account to God I present.
But when my handicap made me silent
I heard my conscience advise:
“Refrain from vice; abstain from malice
And pursue contentment.
LITLE DEEDS OF KINDNESS.
When you meet a friend on the road.
With a heavy load.
Lend a helping hand with a smile
For this, for a while
The foundation of brotherhood
Is laid with gratitude.
For universal harmony
Learn to say ‘one hello’ today
To the friend who stray;
Perhaps you may help win him back
From the suicide track,
Thus, for this, at life journey’s end
You may find one friend.
Showing concern of sympathy.
Out of sweet memory.
Never imagine your aid too small.
To the distress call
Perhaps by lifting the last straw
Another may thaw.
To learn the reciprocity.
Of giving freely.
And thus by small kindnesses done
Heaven may be won.
Life is a library of biographies.
All written in dramatic tragedies.
With structure the same
The occasio is the birth
The fundamentum is the family background.
The argumentum is childhood.
The protasis is youth
The epitasis is manhood.
The Denouement is old age.
The catastrophe is death.
The setting is the environment
And the theme is the search for identity.
Life is a race of birds of equal-unequal feathers.
A miserable struggle of millions in tethers.
The future is the present’s dawn
And the present the past’s morn.
But tomorrow is today’s birth.
And yesterday today’s death.
ON HIS AUTOBIOGRAPHY
Is rather a sad story
Of hidden treasury
Full of misery.
But it is not my pleasure
To indulge anybody.
To worry over it.
Or be sorry over it.
Because it is my personal treasure
He who smiles to a stranger on the way
Unawares, somewhere wins a friend someday
SONG: BY WAY OF REMINDER
Hey there some all you thirsty ones
Oppressed and wearied with the strife.
Come with your woes and your burdens.
Come home to the fountain of life
And join this sweet song of freedom.
By way of reminder
To those who ride the waves.
Raise aloft the kingdom banner.
Of God’s salvation for ransom
And sing to them the sweet anthem:
‘Jesus saves those the grave enslaves’.
Hey there come, all you hunger ones.
Return from your futile sojourns.
Come and enjoy the holy buns.
Come with all your grief and concerns
Come to the abundance of peace
To the bounties of love and ease.
Hey there! why must you must you toil and fret
To slave for a material world?
Come away, dear from all those dirt;
Come within this contentment furled.
Come within this redemption ring,
And help us sing to earth’s new king.
EPITAPH TO HIS FIRST BORN
Here is sown.
The seed of oblivion
A father’s cherished son.
PERSONAL GRIEF. (on the same.)
The sun will set
To soothe regret;
The moon will rise
To heal a hurt.
But where the voice dies,
The echo replies.
ON THE SAME PROBLEM (To His Wife)
The sun set unconcerned,
The moon returned;
The world trotted along,
And saw no wrong.
Darling, let us forget.
With the sunset.
Life does not entertain
Where two complain;
So, in tragedy’s hall
Alone we fall.
Darling, let’s rise with haste,
For life will not wait.
The wise learn from other’s mistakes;
Fools from their personal aches.
LINES WRITTEN ON THE BALCONY OF 197 UNITY HALL, UST.
Watching from my balcony window:
The creeping darkness on my right,
The fading twilight on my left,
Different hues of foliage below;
I saw nightfall chasing daylight
In the warp of time with nature’s weft.
WRITTEN FROM THE SAME SPOT ANOTHER TIME
Oh strange bird
With identity unknown,
Why perch you so still; alone,
And so mute like a stone?
Will you sing me one such song
To explain what went wrong?
Then the bird sang a song
To explain what went wrong:
It seemed like a moan;
But more like a groan.
“Anytime a stone is thrown,
The widow and orphans mourn”.
(The complaint when I have heard
I agreed with the sad bird:
“Human joys are decoys
Disrupting nature’s voice”).