when i was a child
the world was
full of poetry
played to me
the dragonfly
was so red
her tail glowed
in all the quiet
of her realm
she would dip
her tail into a stream
again and again
in fast sequence
for fun i thought
and when she glided
above a field
with her friends
they reminded me of
fighter planes
the river, always
clear and swift
serenaded a tinkling
heartfelt song
below the clear blue sky
as it hurried out to sea
the fish jumped and
swished their tail
like conductors
till this day the
song the river sang
plays itself in
in my heart, in my soul
whenever it flows
through my memory
- the river which is
nowhere to be seen now
mom's chicks,
they were
always beige and spotted
and grew up
to shine in
dark brown and black
with a greenish sheen
they crowed so loudly
every morning was a
raging contest to see
who could get the sun
out to light up the world
the hens they were
always with their chirping
little chicks in the field
looking for worms
protective like the
fiercest mothers
but they soon turned
into witches pecking
at their grown up chicks
to get them to fend
for themselves
poor chicks, they would
run back only to be pecked
run back only to be pecked
and really learnt it the hard way
to live and fend for themselves
(to be continued)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem