The Gift

This is probably my first poem  on an internet writing site. I look at it after a period of three years and find the gift still new and fresh.

The Gift

I unwrapped it with joy
Relishing it every moment
Enjoying every breeze of warmth
Of being loved.

I got the gift one day
Yet I get it every day
It’s a gift ever new, ever loving
Ever gladdening

The gift I’ve not kept away
I’ve enshrined it in the sanctuary
Of my innermost being
It lives with me in my breath.

The gift that blesses me
Inspires and strengthens me
Leads and guides me
The gift called Emmanuel

The gift brought to me
On a December Day
By an eternal Santa Claus
The divine gift most precious

10th November 2012

Receive His Touch

She trudges to work everyday

The lone woman invariably on the way

She is an employee in the home for the aged

A lean figure with head bent

With silent sadness her face rent

Why, can you say?

With her no husband walks down

Perhaps she doesn’t have one to call her own

No child is seen following her

Perhaps she has no children as well

Probably she is a widow, who can tell

What burdens she carries on her crown?

O sister, won’t you tell your life’s story?

Surely there was a time of your glory!

You must have had happy moments sometime

Surely you knew a man’s love for you

Surely the kind God sent you some rain and dew

We all have days happy and sorry

May your heart know God’s light

To joyful morn may He change your dark night

Even to dry bones He gives new life

In past He manifested his power, He’ll again

He can take away your sorrow and pain

Receive His touch; get healed by His might.

That Fat Bully

That spoilt offspring, that fat bully

With swollen head and bulky hind

Shoving in the classroom

Bossing in the playground

The weak and defenseless lambs find

Standing up to her is doom

It’s foolish to utter a sound

It’s foolish to stand up to her

Her dad is the all-in-all boss

Power is his pocketed handmaid

Long deft fingers reach the treasury

Think not of profit or loss;

The plate of unearned money is before him laid

Who would call it thievery?                  

That fat bully that bulls around

The guides that mold children’s future

The learners that hold their books

The servants that bow their heads for belly’s sake

Whoever talks here of culture?

It is what pleases their haughty looks                            

Touch not, for hers is all cream and cake.

Will it be like this always, O Prophet?

No child, it can’t be, the Lord Yahweh lives

See the pages of human history

Cruel kings, emperors, dictators ruled the earth

Where are they gone; flawless justice He gives

When, where and how is a mystery

Before Him is laid all creations life, death and birth

By Xavier Bage

Thurs, Dec 17, 2015

That Diwali Night in November

BURRRR, BUZZZZ, BHOOM, BLAST

The new moon dark night sky

Resounds with varied noises of crackers

And sizzling sparks of multiple colors

In all directions fly.

The smoke of the burning gunpowder is

Choking the breaths of trees around

And the little insects of the grass homes

In mortal fear and shock

Crouch deeper underground

The dogs howl in their kennels

And the cats bundle in corners under beds

Frightened to silence by bullying bombs

A great war rages outside, as if,

Tearing the air and ears to shreds

The children scream with joy

And the teenagers the fun to capture

The years of life pass, they know,

As the sparkling fountain from the earthen pots

Hurl themselves to rupture.

In this din no one sees a little nine-year

Crouched under a tree

Her lungs are struggling and panting

Some fresh air with oxygen will

Help them breathe free

When you enjoy your life

Have fun and grab pleasures

Is it not possible to empathize with someone

Who suffers his or her pain alone?

To help, a heart is needed, not so much treasures.

Whispers of an Orphan Heart

I take care of children orphaned and abandoned. I have often heard these words whispered by the hearts of these children.

Be a loving father to me

Be a caring mother to me

Alone am I and very lonely

Please stand here, be near me

Without love, I’m so cold

Draw me to your heart, hold

Give a piece of your warmth

Stunted am I, help me unfold

Papa, don’t push me away

You are my only safe bay

I am a boat tossed by waves

In my darkness you’re the ray

Starved for wee love and care

In a body bruised and bare

Heal me with tender ointment

Moments of joy for me are rare

Papa at me please don’t yell

In kind voice you can always tell

Whatever you want to say to me

Harsh words break me to hell

Papa, for me you are God’s face

Mama, you are in the Lord’s place

Your presence is my life’s meaning

To me, in the world’s mad race

Here, everyone is running for self

No time to extend a hand to help

Money pulls and Mammon drives

Who in love would like to delve?

I reply:

Here I am for you, my child,

Your mother stands tender-n- mild

Fear not, grow in strength daily

God cares in times good-n-wild