To Valsa George And Akhtar Jawad
There is great truth in the saying that great minds think alike.
And it's seen in your lovely poems which is much to my delight.
Your eyes can clearly perceive what others find hard to see,
In the prime of his life yet with just a wasted frame
Clad in tattered clothing but he was long immune to shame
Unruffled he would sit while passing pedestrians stared
Munching on a stale loaf, which another tramp had shared
Perspective From A Worm
When I went to bed last night I dreamed I was a worm,
Beneath the ground in fertile soil happily I did roam.
In a world where there was no caste, class or creed,
Devoid of wicked deeds or sinister thoughts to breed.
There is poetry in the air and everywhere even in a stringy hair,
But it has to be in rhythm and rhyme then everyone can share.
This I'd been trying to do in spite of many obstacles in the way,
My heart was filled with desire but my thoughts they always stray.
To all the kindly mothers who had made the sacrifice
May your day be filled with joy and oh! so very nice
And all you fathers reading this, do not be dismayed
Just hug your lovely spouses for all the happy days