My mother has been eleven mothers
And a hundred grandmothers
She's never noticed her getting gray
For, her eyes have been after kids all days.
Let me be a little more I am
In this lovely morning one
As flowers, fruits, flames and fumes,
……. divine forms and ‘figurines’ ….
Love to eat
Eat to be fat
An Indo-US nuclear kid
Jayaprakash A. Panicker Kovilloor
This is plain stupid, dad
Faith is obedience
Devotion is deliverance
Love is belief
Hate is canker
This is really more killing
And cancerous than knowing
That the way is coming full circle:
The thought that our time is up
I have never known this flowerlike girl
Never have I bothered of those two-wheeler invitations.
For, this mobility is nothing short of menace
Parents are at times pitiless sinners.
These nights are brighter like butterflies
Never are they cool, nor quite either.
They go tapping and beating
in hearts and thoughts alike.
Love thy neighbour as thyself:
It is not to love thy neighbour
HE was telling us all.