Tuesday, August 25, 2020

My Duties and Desires - Poem

I feel anger, shame and pains

As farmers perish in torrid plains

Terror, toil and tears they bear

While I snuggle in this comfy chair

I can drink fresh cool water

While freshwater fish elsewhere face slaughter

Farmers are instilled with purpose and pride

Procrastinators like I brush urgencies aside

I have the desire and duty

To honour my creed and somehow serve my country

I may have passed my Advanced Levels

This is not succeeding all levels

I strive to make intellect

My thirst-quenching quest

My Next Door North Indian Drummer.

Dear noisy neighbour drumming next door. Why punch your drum with such madness and might? Every morning you get me yawning. Could your thump...