Familian:BidVertiser

Tuesday, 5 September 2017

The Blame





















The boy said to his rich father

"Give me a smart phone

All my friends have their smartphone

I feel humiliated in their company

They laugh at me and say

If your father is a businessman

Traveling to distances in this

Huge country of ours

Why can’t he buy you a smartphone?"

An irrefutable piece of argument it was!

The son soon had his smartphone!

It didn’t make him any smarter though

On the contrary…



“If you don’t give me a Bullet bike

I’ll not go to school,” said the brat.

To his rich dad after two months

All these years up to standard eleven

He has been to school on the school bus.

But now that he’s grown up

It felt it below his dignity!

He struck at the right year!

The twelfth year, the last year!

He said it would take to his tuitions

And classes in time!

He tied his dad in a blackmailing bind

“I’m not going to school without a Bullet!”



The dad was truly in bind

For he was a member of a joint family

Four brothers worked in the business

And pooled their labor to profit

If they didn’t, their wives and children

Would be without the good life they have

The dad said, “Son, a bike you’ll have after

You pass your Class Twelve!”

To make a long story short

The boy stepped out of his house

In his uniform but didn’t attend classes

To the tuitions he went but

Lost his way and landed at wrong places!

He even skipped his exams!



He foreknew his ISC result

He failed and laid the blame

On his father’s head!



Xavier Bage

Tuesday, September 05, 2017


Friday, 1 September 2017

The Devil's Reign is Firmed

























The progeny is barely ten but
Unmistakably she has inherited
Traits from her puissant parents
She is shaped like her mother
In calumny, caprice and malice
Like the woman who bore her
In selfish arrogance like the man,
Who fathered her on the earth.
Is it any abnormal and unnatural?

Not at all, this is natural to the core
Like father like son is the adage
Most known and amply proved
Like parent like child is the outcome
Planted in genes from the moment
Of fertilization of ovum in the womb
And in upbringing silent or vocal
The Devil’s reign is firmed as days pass
In human hearts and earth by parents!

Xavier Bage
Fri, September 01, 2017


Thursday, 31 August 2017

Whether We Like It or Not



 














Whether we like it or not
We are travelers on foot
We walk the whole waking day
We walk the whole sleeping night
Whether we like it or not
We have to lift our feet
and shuffle our steps forward!

We can’t make any excuse
We can’t say, ‘I’m tired
I want to rest for a day
I want to recline on a soft bed’
Forget a soft bed, my friend
We can’t even sit under a tree
To lean again the trunk!

We may own a fleet of luxury cars
But we have to walk with
The barefooted we sneer at
Till we reach our destination
Our steps are counted and
The last stop is prescribed
Whether we like it or not!

Xavier Bage
Thurs, August 31, 2017

Saturday, 26 August 2017

Like a Brook Following Slopes


 

















He came from the far west

From a country below

Sea level!

With thoughts and experiences,

Which were born below the northern waves!

Under the surface of the hurrying feet

The child of an unlikely world!



He grew up in the outskirts

Went to school like other children

Attended some classes in the university

Read some subjects his mind wasn’t inclined to!

He was not a progeny

Out on making a successful  career!

The boy walking with loneliness as companion!



He dropped out

He went out with those who smoked

He staggered with those who visited dens

He sniffed stuffs with those seeking escapes

He lay on the roadside with those

Who had lost their way!

The young man with nowhere to go!



He didn’t hold a job

He didn’t earn enough

To coax a young woman

To commit her life to him

He just had a piece of land

His father had left his widowed mother!

He never cultivated any vegetable

Or any crop in the piece of the earth

Only wild plants and grass filled his land.

And his life!


Now, he is two scores and ten

That’s his only wealth

He has no wife to please

He is the richest man of freedom

He has no children

to grey his hair with worries!



Still, in lonely nights in his bed

Questions crop up in his mind

Did I live my life to the fullest?

Or have I squandered it as I walked aimlessly

Like a brook following the slopes?

I wish sometimes

Instead of the questions

A loving wife and lovely children

Stood around me!

But….



Xavier Bage

Sat, August 26, 2017














Saturday, 19 August 2017

What Makes You Panicky, O Bully?




















Are you really strong, O bully?
I see only fat holding to your bones
And a thin skin as its cover!
And you head is an upturned clay jar
Empty of light or water!

You think you‘re brave and courageous
Why, at the appearance of a rat
Your knees rattle and your pipe
Releases liquid on your pants!
Thought you were made of sterner stuff!

Your opponent is pitiably weakened
Shorn of all vigor and health
Why, then,  at every podium, near and far
You never fail to rile him?
What makes you so panicky of the skeleton?

Heaven and the earth know
 So does every citizen soul within the boundaries
That the power is given to you to serve!
And it can be snatched back by the donor!
Isn’t this fact that fills you with shiver?

Xavier Bage
Sat, Aug 19, 2017