Dr John Celes Poems

The easy routes; short-cut methods, unfair!
Influences form their predominant link;
Their lungs love breathing for life-time foul air;
This is the way of the world- most men think.
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This world has many unsung heroes past;
All cannot wear a glorious crown on head;
All cannot be ship’s rudder or mast.
And ‘fore the world can even know them, they’re dead.
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No work's below one's dignity to do;
No job appears of lesser importance;
Life's hierarchy needs to be maintained too;
Nothing exists of less significance.
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All storms of Life abate someway, some day;
All things do have their acme and nadir;
All winding paths must straighten up some way;
All hives will settle down although you stir.
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The garbage-dump, it serves as a cradle!
The female child is left here by the Eves;
Along with dogs, they search ’midst plantain leaves;
The beggar too comes here for his morsel!
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'Aim for the Moon, ' - my Indian scientists all;
'And get your space-shuttle ready to land, '
'Discover, Invent, '- is Man's clarion-call,
So, grab the Moon-rocks, if need be, by hand!
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You hit a snake right on its head and kill;
Don't torture hitting it along its length;
For cruelty to man and beast by will;
Is unforgivable in any strength.
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The world wallops in utter selfishness,
And people live in sin and luxury;
And dream in terms of utter hollowness,
And practice unabated usury.
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Just when I feel a bit relieved at heart,
The thought to commit sin arises fast,
Assuring me of speedy joy as part,
A sense of achievement, more than in past.
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God, let me be a bird upon a tree,
That hurts no one but sings melodious songs;
And leads a life, doing no sin, carefree;
And yet, some put it to the fiery-tongs!
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