POETRY

Adam & sons

Dear men

father, brother

lover, son.

Where did we go wrong

in spite of our music

despite our songs.

We always carry

brain ‘n’ faeces

if the two

are not mixed

work is worship

living is fun

in the golden silence

he man becomes human.

Lording over destiny

worthy of a woman

for pleasure

for fun.

The salvation

does not lie

beneath the navel

a hedonist’s life

testifies to that

salvation sits safe

in the temple of head.

Everything has

multiple uses

tiny, great

big ‘n’ small

so guaranteed by

the giver of all.

Each human child

an uncut diamond

eager to walk

on the razor’s edge

holding the little finger

even otherwise

the curiosity of the child.

Let us stop fighting

and listen to the child

through a lie-detector

if need so arise.

Every homo-sapien

was once a child

living in a fairy tale world

of pebbles, berries

horses ‘n’ butterflies.

Spontaneous sparks

rooms or parks

with toys ‘n’ trains

in sun, in rains

childhood

is great fun.

Some children had it

so real good

they refused to grow

while the orphans

victims of society

whom childhood passed by

all compete with children

for their lost paradise.

The mature world

of grown ups ‘n’ the old

where bride is for burning

groom to be sold

gun is the shakti

God is gold

is horribly weird.

Let us for once

listen to the children,

their innocent ideas

and allow them

to usher in a new era

long overdue

the era of innocence.

Open sesame

the mind opens

life for the living

by giving then taking.

Lover, brother

father, son

natural progression

for the son of a gun.