Unwritten Laws

 

Darkness has descended

The light of day has ended

The night is in motion too

Every moment, every second

The sun and the stars shining

The planets and satellites lining

The asteroids and meteorites

With unwrit law they’ve bond.

With infinite invisible strings

Whole nature in happiness sings

The trees and plants on earth

 Creatures large and small

All obey laws traced by the One

Without His constitution

Survives no life seen or unseen

On bidden paths they fall.

Can you astray from His path

To have a disobedient bath

In the river of sinful squalor

And continue to be proud

The voice of conscience silenced

All teachers and guides fenced

A sentence has a full stop

The grammar says it aloud.

So man why do you play God?

You are only a croaking toad

What are you but a minuscule dust?

Returning to the original form

If you’re the ruler over multitude

Let it not robe you with attitude

For the king and the subject alike

Are subject of the eternal norm!

Xavier Bage

Thursday, October 27, 2016

Helpless

No, I don’t like the pollution

That floats in the air around me

In the world and

In this garden

In fact, in my core I hate it

But I can’t do anything about it.

I can’t even shout about it.

I’m helpless.

Dishonesty that is seated

On the throne

So arrogantly

Wearing the crown

And falsehood that cheats

The sweating bodies and bones

Of their legitimate wages

 I abhor the abomination

In the sacred temple

But I cannot move my hand

I am tied tight with multiple chains.

My child is in their jail

The cruel wizard has the power

Over me to blackmail

My mind revolts against

The corruption covered with

 a deceitful honeyed smile

But my voice has been choked

I am throttled constantly

With my back to the wall

Only my mind is free to think

My soul is free to hope

One day chosen by heaven

A ray of lightning will shatter

 the grip of iron chains

and purify the garden from

the foul polluted  unhealthy air

O Holy Spirit, let it be soon

Maranatha!

Xavier Bage

Thurs, Oct 27, 2016

              

The Battle

That angry woman

Isn’t she like the goddess Durga

Or like the ferocious lion

The ten handed deity is astride?

She gives a roar

Louder than her vehicle

And certainly fearsome more

Vanquishing the demon tide!

Her husband like buffalo head

May give a battle unequal

But is destined to be dead

Trampled by the female side!

There isn’t a thing

The malekind can do but

Be a brute on the bird’s wing

Thus hurt his own pride

O Eve, be tender as breeze wave

And the Adam’s son mighty

Would bow to you a slave

You rule his domain wide!

Xavier Bage

Tues, Oct 18, 2016

The Winged Sister in My Room

 

She didn’t ask for my permission

She just took it for granted

For she is a sister dear to my heart

Her nest in my room she planted

The winged singer I meet daily

At the meadow of morning walks

On the path she greets me

Though not our language she talks.

Dry twigs, leaves and grass

She placed on the tubelight

She knew I was not a brother

To give her an opposing fight

Probably she’s laid some eggs

And is hatching them with care

It’s just a matter of some days

The nest her chicks will share

Until then I must honor her trust

My love I must express in deed

To raise her family a shelter safe

A dear sister of mine is in need.

Xavier Bage

Tues, Oct 10, 2016

Teen Boys in School

Oh, the teen boys in schools

They can grow in knowledge

Yet they might still be fools

When energy runs in veins

And muscles can lift weights

But mind might be in chains

 The young hearts fall for girls

Yet go to any length for them

A magnet sends them in whirls

Ready they’re to give their life

And also to take that of a rival

For a sweet never to be wife!

Oh, the teen boys in schools

They can grow in knowledge

Yet, they might still be fools

Xavier Bage

Fri, Oct  07, 2016