Biography of Josey Alfred
JOINED Indian Air FORCE.
1 IN 1971 WAR, I WAS AWARDED MENTION -IN- DISPATCH BY THE PRESIDENT OF THE REPUBLIC OF INDIA,
2 RECEIVED COMMENDATION BY THE CHIEF OF AIR STAFF.
3 RECEIVED COMMENDATION BY THE A O C -IN -C EASTERN
AFTER SERVICE ENGAGEMENT, HAD STINT AS MANAGER, IN FIRM.NOW ENJOY RETIRED LIFE WRITING AND READING.
Josey Alfred's Works:
Josey Alfred Poems
You think that by your own merit,
In Wild Wind
Culture, swept away now with wind Or maybe slipped into culprits hands. Such is the trend in this tainted land, Hail our sociopolitical, systems unwound.
Lament Of A Mother
Could you not speak, just for a while? Just for a while, just you and me. I am your mum, call once a while. I feel lonely, forlorn infirm.
I grew up in a fertile field All called me lily of the wild. My growing days were golden rich, I grew up bright, without a hitch.
We may seek help from you, in life Only few may help those in grief. The rest ignore all cries for help But all just wait expecting help!
I Felt Her Warmth
I felt her warmth above the ground It threw the rime, from ridge of ground. My soul dormant, yet felt her nigh, I stirred to break the loose sand high.
Mom You Can Help
Your baby’s future is, in your hands Teach him habits that make him fit, To help survive in a bitter world, And be happy throughout his life.
Give us this day our daily bread, And free us from burden, too hard. Dusty gold drew and destroyed men! And made fool of much mighty men.
Each Child Is Like A Brook
Each child is like a mountain brook, That flow by nature's own set scheme Just like the breeze, through the mountain pass Merge and mix with, the ether mass.
Why was Eve made from Adams rib? Was she to be emotions queen? Was she to be his passion or pain? With fairies face and a confused thoughts.
This world is a Paradise of beauty! And is so for our eyes can compute And our mind accepts it as truth! And assure us that we are right.
We lived in mirth in spring of youth! Intense we shared, carnal our youth. We lived in love, desired yet more! Our lust lingered, inflamed desire!
The valley is no more the same, The trees and fields now stand in shame! Their apparels shed devouring times,
Fair jasmine young, you try to climb In haste undue, though yet unsure! It’s good to let your veins and limbs, To grow more strong, or may rupture.
We may seek help from you, in life
Only few may help those in grief.
The rest ignore all cries for help
But all just wait expecting help!
You are, just like the shining sun!
Sustain the fields with ample grain.
You are just like the soothing moon,
Who cast solace soothing our pains!