To Rid of the Burden / The Financial Load-2

This man in Guj was greater

He went ten steps further

He planned even deeper

To rid of his burden senile!

He was more worldly- lettered

Thus he was less fettered

His scheme he so bettered

Perfected for quite a while!

He acted one moment right

When all were out of sight

In his heart  'twas dark night

His mind moved with guile!

He helped his mother to the roof

His good senses were all aloof

His conscience didn’t utter woof

Shoved his load down in a pile!

To dress the crime as suicide

He’d ridden the longest ride

But from open eyes couldn’t hide

Cameras saw and kept the file!

Oh son,  are you free of your burden

Your heart looks more  heavily laden

Your mom is  gone, thought mistaken

She remains with you stronger to rile!

Xavier Bage

Tues, January 09, 2018

The Financial Load

 

The son went to the holy place

at the Bay of Bengal seaside

To worship at the Kapil’s temple

And religion’s rules to abide

The man able and healthy

Took his aged mother along

For that is the duty of a son

He didn’t want to be in wrong

What a good son in his forties

A portly wife and children teen

He had left his family at home

While his mind plotted mean

Before the Sagar fair ended

The son returned to his abode

 His aged mother behind he left

To lessen his financial load!

The good people in the fair

to hosp the senile they brought

high and low, far and wide around

for the missing son they sought!

His home address they probed

The family to another had moved

Abandoning the mother to fate

The womb which bore him and loved.

Is it the nadir humans have come?

For mother’s love is it the return?

That when she needed the support

She was dumped to die and burn?

Xavier Bage

Mon, 08,2018

Fight, Fight, Fight, Fight

Fight, fight, fight, fight

There’s nothing else to do;

To know that you’re alive

So fight, fight, fight, fight!

Fight for your dear life,

Fight to procure a wife,

Fight to earn more money;

Fight to taste the honey.

Fight to feel your might;

So, fight, fight, fight, fight!

Fight to extend your border,

Fight to create a disorder,

Even when there’s no reason;

In season and out of season.

In a crowd show your height!

So, fight, fight, fight, fight!

To seize the power to rule,

to make the citizenry a fool; 

Profusely to confuse their mind

Lie freely to tie them in  bind.

To sway votes everything’s right

So, fight, fight, fight, fight!

Xavier Bage

Friday, January 05, 2018

When Life is the Cry of the Core

It’s the dawn

Of the second day

Of the New Year

Showering joys and peace

And a still new cheer.

Blessings and good wishes

Are floating freely

In the morning hour

Musn’t I hold and receive

That God wills to shower!

Surely life can be more

To the waiting graces

I must open the door

Why mustn’t  I live life

When that’s the cry of the core?

Xavier Bage

Jan 02, 2018

A Beggar's New Year

There were fireworks in the sky

There was DJ music on the street

Everywhere crackers  burst loudly

Everywhere danced joyous feet!

 To welcome the New Year they say

They must hog all the pleasure

What is our earthly life after all

Isn’t it a ever decreasing treasure?

Let a  year end  or a year new begin

For a beggar what’s the difference?

Twelve months or thirteen, why care

It’s my hunger I must daily fence!

If the sun  begins to rise in the west

And slopes in the east to descend

Why bother  whence it starts journey

And about  where it decides  to end!

365 days, let it be less or more

I must sit by the  shuffling throng

When I don’t earn a cent any day

That’s a fact for me aching  wrong!

Xavier Bage

January 01, 2018