December Triplets Poem by M D Dinesh Nair
December Triplets
1.ILLUSION OF TIMES
A breeze passes by me and there blooms a smile on my face
A wind blows over my home and its roof is shaken and
A hurricane embraces my people around and a landscape is erased.
2.A BABY ON SEARCH
A girl falls in love with a beast
Passion gives her a baby
And he later searches for an answer around.
3.MY DOG FOR SALE!
My dog has only one tail to wag
But I add one more tail to him and he wags both
Now I would like to put him for sale!
4.SHE WEEPS NOT..
She sobs and sighs for a while to my anguish first
But there is not even a drop of tear to fall to my surprise
And I won`t believe her grief to be genuine to her shock.
5.WHEN THE DECEMBER HOPES NOT SHATTERED
Jesus wishes to come down to the earth,
But his father says, 'Not now, my son'
A race in 'waiting' rejoices to no end.
6.THY KINGDOM COMETH NOT!
Why your kingdom comes not? God, you are to answer
As this wait is too unconvincing, we begin to ask
Even as your race gets ready to fade out for ever.
7.THE ART OF SAVING A DOLLAR
My shoes are tight and worn out
And so I begin to trim down my feet
This is a bloody act of saving a dollar!
Great triplets. Enjoyed them all. Sketch of a miser reality for many.
Thank you beloved poet friends for all your comments.... Valsa madam, you are decidedly choosy and are free from blasphemy of the kind.Thank you for the detailed comments, Aswath, I need to wear them whether my legs bleed or not.. the world tells me.., Thirupathi sir, young poet wizard Rubab and sister Geetha thank you for reading.. and Shahziaji, the triplets 5 and 6 expose our reality of the earthly suffering and the futility of waiting for an eternity of wishful/magical thinking.. thank you for your analysis.
@poet's notes: No fun here! @triplets: meaningful economy of words; 1: passing of breeze, blowing of wind and embracing of hurricane...and all the expected consequences are composed with a suitable word-choice; 2: Blake's Auguries of innocence comes to mind by this search, 3: The art of the seller 4: Frailty, thy name is woman 5: what if Jesus comes in reality...are we in those colors He wants to see us in? 6: we are waiting for Godot...will night never come? will time never pass? 7: desperate remedies...Dinesh ji i remember what Iago said, For i am nothing if not critical perhaps the times are terrible, they give rise to satirical thinking! ! !
Some illusions are real. They keep happening. Thank you for your concerns.
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4/24/2024 1:08:31 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Aha! And what else we do expect from you sir! Illusions of our times are forced to be seen and thats quite unfortunate. Baby can be seen girl too yet it is certain that she will have to take her mother's path. Our dog is for sale and I believe some has pulled it teeth too yet(if you know what i mean) . And I'd dare to call you a male chauvenist, if that her anguish is not symbolic, but I'm sure it is. This Christmas will also pass just the same and you'll have to open the eyes to see the kingdom of God (That's what believers gonna say) . And finally, did u try barefoot?