i walked my land in wonder,
and all along the way
i saw a thousand faces
or more, throughout the day
i prayed to God in a hundred
temples, mosque and church
a dozen tongues did greet me
and asked me what i search
tell me then, amongst you
the one who holds the key
to ope the soul and spirit
that dwell in God and me
strange they looked at me and said
with eyes that spoke so true.
the key you seek is lodged in us
and everyone is you.
When the flags of freedom fly
They surely must evoke
Visions of that valiant tribe
Who fought to break the yoke.
When the songs of freedom sound
They surely call to mind
Thorns they took away with them
The flowers they left behind.
Somebody recently said that Felix is my pet
That’s because she hadn’t met the beagle yet.
Or else, she surely would have clearly seen
How badly mistaken she had actually been.
A little study of the domestic order of the peck.
Would’ve revealed the collar around my neck.
Have you ever been held to ransom by your own?
Vantage Rock lived up to its name all right! Gaunt rock, pervasive in panorama. Stark and sheer rock. Peaked crags that grabbed the first rays of the sun and wrapped them round their flinty heads. What hard and minatory faces, that plunged to barren earth thousands of feet below!
The sight-seers came in droves, hemming into a promontory that overhung the canyon. A planked platform spaced out over a wide overhang. A railing, high enough to ensure safety, ran along the edge.
Roy shifted his briefcase from one hand to the other as he approached his house in the less-peopled recesses of Sanctuary City. He had consciously bought an outskirts house because it was within walking distance from his office.
Besides, there was the added advantage of getting a large house at a low price. Yet another convenience was that he could walk back from his office for lunch at home. He had never liked taking a tiffin box to the office.
There are just twenty of them, would you believe!
The rest are restrained, why not allowed to leave?
Maybe the score bears numberless grains of rice
To fill million stomachs, a little left over for mice.
Divine intervention? So meagre is thy daily bread
Why is our earth getting so war-ridden?
Isn’t there any answer out there hidden?
But we keep on asking again and again
Like some parrot that has gone insane,
Yet knows what sought is outside cage.
So do we, if we could but turn the page.
Some think it lies in missiles and drones
In rockets and bombs, exploded phones
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