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Saturday, 1 September 2018

Those Two Women in the Courtyard


 












The old woman
Who is only a skeleton
Held together with a thin layer of skin
Wrinkled with innumerable lines
Without any muscles or flesh
Sweeps the courtyard 
with her bare hands
sitting and dragging herself
picks up the mango leaves
and throws them in the ditch
by the road side.

And now a fattish woman stands near her
Much younger and stronger
With one hand on her waist
With the other gesturing with her index finger
“Don’t dump leaves in our side.”
She says rudely to the old woman
She is the old woman’s daughter- in-law!
Her voice contains no kindness, no respect!
Instead of asking her mother-in-law to rest
She speaks to her like her Mistress!

The old woman lives in an old room
She sweeps her own floor
She washes her own old white sari
Whose whiteness has long departed
Her younger son sends her some food
Which is insipid, without loving taste
She asks me,” Why is God not taking me?”
She offers puja to a stone
Under the bel tree in the courtyard.

Though this is truth often talked about
The daughter-in-law doesn’t know it perhaps
That she will grow old and weak one day
Her son will bring a wife one day soon
She will be her daughter- in-law
Will she be kind and respectful
To her mother- in-law?
Well may be, or may not be.
However, history tells us and the stories
Of life prove it the daughters-in-law
Are earned as Karmic rewards or retribution
by women !

Xavier Bage
Sun, September 02,2018

Thursday, 30 August 2018

Vagabond





















The moon has hidden his face

Behind black clouds

What can he do?

There are goings-on

 that make him ashamed

not because he did them

but because those who swear by him

do them so unashamedly.



I too turn my gaze in sadness

Look at the Mars riding on

In his red battle armor

From the east to the west

Through the depressing night.

It will march on and on

Let the people of the world revel in sins

He would not turn to look behind.



There is so much of helplessness

In and around the place we live

As those who should impart justice think unjustly

Those who should abide by laws flaunt them

There are vagabonds among the stars

But they too revolve round the sun

The disobedient minds love disorder

And obey only the law of selfishness.



I too have become selfish

In one way, I walk my ways

In the way I think best for myself

I care not what the people in the world do or

What principles they hold dear, I hold my own

I will stroll by the gurgling brook

And lie on the friendly grass under

The empathizing shade of softly talking trees.



Xavier Bage

Friday, August 31,2018






Tuesday, 28 August 2018

Salute of the Gatekeeper



The gatekeeper doesn’t salute me
Neither does he say “Good morning, Sir”
He knows who is boss here
Not one ray of power reflects from me
He bows to persons two steps before me
And two steps after me
As they move across the gate.

He knows very well
Who sits closest to the seat of power
Who has sharp teeth within his jaws
Who can bite him and inject rabies.
Why should one fear a butterfly
It can’t cause you any pain
One should be wary of a yellow wasp!

I just smile when I pass the gate
Those who are greeted ignore the greeting
They look the other way
They don’t even care to nod their head
For they too know the gatekeeper
Doesn’t salute them out of respect
It’s his belly he’s saluting!

Xavier Bage
Tues, August 28, 2018






Thursday, 23 August 2018

Silence of the Revered Leader


 






















The great leader is gone
And his ashes have been scattered
Into the rivers of the motherland
His last remain have mingled
With the vastness of the sea
May his soul rest in peace!

His glories have been sung
Flower petals have been showered
On his photos and portraits everywhere
Now he’s departed with his legacy
Permitting his followers to preferred paths
May his soul rest in peace!

Good, he was silent all these years
After he lost his power and voice
Was he pained at the sufferings
His successor heaped on the people?
Did the bard in him shed quiet tears?
From silence he’s passed to the silence!

Good, he was not given a senior chair
Of the dubious honour of way guides
If he had freedom to open his mouth
He would have speared his family
May his soul rest in eternal peace
And leave us all in internal pieces!

Xavier Bage
Thursday, August 23, 2018



Thursday, 2 August 2018

How We Have Transformed Lately
















How we have transformed lately!
What we held to be abnormal strongly
has fast become our accepted norm!
and we take pride in being violent!

We can lynch a compatriot willingly
and assert it to be patriotism!
We can shed blood of a fellow human
And think it to be a religious act!

In our zeal to serve the nation
We mutilate the soul of the land
 to declare our love for our mother
we hesitate not to violate women.

We were held in high esteem
In the hearts of all on the planet
For Gandhi and Buddha, lamps of our ways
Now we proudly garland the vandals!

Arrogance and hatred we wear
As medals on our vigilant chests
Holy sages so godly, we cruelly compel
to push our selfish political rathas!


Haven’t we changed for the better?
Isn’t our glory sung by foreign lips?
Declare the prostrating electronic voice
Conceit and deceit we embrace in love!

When the hubris descends upon us
And our karmas lead us to retribution
Can we blame the neighbor across
With a different credo than ours?

Xavier Bage
Friday, August 03, 2018