July 2010
cannons and carnations
They can take their shots-- it wont die away
I'll take the blows, still look em right in the face
N speak wat I have the right to say
Such a delightful phrase, this three-petal rose
Many attest to know, but never get to hold
Because they wont let it grow in their garden, hardened wit
Soil soaked wit pride, seeds of fraudulence
In a deceitful harvest that'll bear bitter blossoms
Clever corsages, not this boastful bouquet
Sprinkled wit aromatic affections most wouldn't say
frontline of aspiration
the pied piper of BPO
A cab in bangalore sped past me
in it sat girls and boys in their youth
they seemed weary,lost in their ipods or cells
they spoke not with each other
no giggles no guffaws
looking washed out,the magic of exuberance lost
what have we done to them?
the pied piper of BPO"s has lured
our children to its demony clasp
we have lost them to him!!
the flowerwoman of today
an auto laden with packs of flowers fled past me
in it sat the flowerwoman of today
so to say the hitech one
traverses she alone and brings blossoms abound
dispensing it among women
who tie them up for wages
she bundles up the trussed flowers
and sells them in the square
making a tidy sum
saving for pygmy, insurance and all
and some for her mates toddy too!
bribing him for letting her to the square.
While the flowerwoman of yore
with a moth eaten bag
Truetiful
You just did`nt want to hurt what you see in your mirror, Beautiful.
The Dancers wish.
Locked away and safe






