The Child is Waving Bye

The child is silently saying bye

Her parents can’t hold her back

However much they try!

Their only child,

 
Lovely and mild

When she speaks

It’s music

Her smile is magic

Now she’s waving her hand

She’s leaving for angels’ land!

They can’t do anything but cry!

Only fourteen years

She showered cheers

On their home and yard

In a dance of dreams

Resembling rainbow beams

She the heroine dazzles the floor main

Now she’s walking behind the curtain

The star is returning to heavenly sky!

God, we accept your will

Though it’s sorrowful still

You gave “dancing bell” to us

Now you want her in paradise

You’re most loving and wise

Help us pray “your will be done

On the earth as it’s in heaven.”

Give us strength to bear up the desert dry.

Xavier Bage

Sat, April 30, 2016                                       

My Rainbow Beetle

In my childhood days

In the tea estate primary school

I had a rainbow beetle

As my pet

That in the green tea bushes

I had met.

I used to take it to school

In an empty match box

Fresh tender grass

I gave it to feed

My rainbow beetle, my companion

It was in classroom and play mead.

I wept silent tears

When to the boarding school

 to live and learn

I was brought

I had to leave my rainbow behind

Though every free moment

Its image my heart sought.

I yearned for my rainbow beetle

on my bedding

every night

When I went to sleep

I wondered how

My little brother and sister

The rainbow did keep.

I was told when

I returned home for

The Holy Easter holidays

For a week

The beetle had flown away

Into the tea bushes nearby

Impossible for two children to seek!

Now after years and years

I understand and feel

It was best for it

To fly away free

Keeping a creature with wings

In a little match box

Was cruel to the highest degree!

Xavier Bage

Fri, April 29, 2016

A Bowl of Stale Rice

Have you ever eaten

A bowl of stale boiled rice

Sprinkled with a pinch of salt?

No? It’s not your fault!

Abundance carries this sinless vice.

Oh, it’s tastier than the nectar

Desired by gods in sky

Drilled from the deepest sea

With the pot they did flee

To the corners of Indian land dry!

You’ve not known hunger

An inferno in empty stomach that blows

That raises thousand silent cries

To the ends of body that fire flies

To rich dining tables it never draws close

A village child ate it

When he returned from local school

That waiting stale plate

For a car-carried child an object of hate

That soaked, salted yesterday’s rice cool!

Xavier Bage

Thurs, April 28, 2016

Water Tap Stories

The sun has just sent here his first ray

I can hear footsteps many and voices

Women of the village are on this way

With water carriers of their fit choices

“Last night there was a good earthquake

I felt it when I was boiling evening rice.”

“I was shaken when I was about to make

A few pan cakes for the husband nice!”

“Did you hear the doctor’s dear child

Has been to hospital for stomach pain?

She was operated by a surgeon wild

And was rid of a kilo stone in brain!”

“You know the shopkeeper’s girl eloped

With green vendor’s boy very last night?”

“She went to school her father had hoped

We must keep our daughter ever in sight!”

Hundred tales I hear some false, some true

Some make me laugh some bring my tears

Some plots to write stories, need do you?

A well or a water hole got all these cheers!

Xavier Bage

Wed, April 27, 2016

To Sea Waves They Threw Him

Something is wrong somewhere

Something is surely badly wrong

But what’s it, where’s it, on board

The captain’s been thinking long.

Is it the wheel or is it the mast?

Is it the engine or is it in the sail?

Is it the currents or the winds?

Is it in the deck or is it in the tail?

The ship doesn’t seem to move well

The compass doesn’t point right

Is it in the sky or under the water?

It is bothering him day and night!

What didn’t appear to the skipper

Was that a traveler was the culprit

Who in disobedience was running

Away from God, hiding deep in a pit!

He was discovered by lot by sailors       

And was revealed to be the reason

Of the misfortune the ship was to face

In a storm out of regular season!

In anger they lifted him, sailors all

Him down to the waves they threw

And soon the angry waters calmed

And the sea was tranquil and blue!

Xavier Bage

Tues, April 26, 2016