Poetry Corner : Paciolo Saint Pen’s Collections.

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Poetry Corner.

Paciolo Saint Pen’s Collection.


SHADOW

 

Under the shade of Hurly-burly,

Gush of tempest wind,

Stormy storm,

Turbulent sea,

So my shadow be with me.

Under the shade of dazzling clover,

Tied to the apron of wealth,

Living in luxurious clover,

Dwelling in luxuriant garden,

Halycon days,  beautiful moments,

Arcadian life,  eternal bliss,

So my shadow be with me.

O ye! Shadow,

Unseen companion,

Fit like glove right my hands,

Stuck like octopus right my face.

 


INEQUALITY.

 

Subtle differences invades the world.

Right from the soil,

We were watered differently,

We sprouted out differently,

We were hauled differently,

We were taken care of differently,

We went through different hurdles,

We faced different phases.

 

I grope in the maze of confusion,

When our fingers aren’t equal,

Marks on our palms aren’t the same,

Facial differences

Height differences,

Wealth differences,

Abject differences,

Till death asunder.

 

Alas,  no balancing equation can balance the law of Inequality,

For the world itself was created under the shade of Inequality.

 


EMPTY DARKNESS

 

Like a scare crow in the farm,

Gives no hope to the light.

Like a fumble cloud,

A lifeless thunder,

Send out my empty buckets

And rain not later.

 


WHITE DOVE

 

Theme: PEACE

Sub theme: OLIVE BRANCH.

 

 

They hope for peace on earth,

Since the day of some birth.

Severe phases they can’t bear,

In blood they bath and fear.

 

The world seek for peace,

Rather than peace, arrived pieces.

Diffusion of hatred grows,

Everyday blood flows.

 

Sadness swells in their heart,

Their tears covers the earth.

 

When war totally cease,

In the world will be peace.

Peace we all seek,

When we lack it,  we feel weak.

It can’t be caught from the sky,

Something we can’t buy.

 

Peace is sweet,

It makes us complete.

It is just and fair,

Something we mutually share.

 

Like water simply flow,

Peace on earth shall flow.

Nothing to fear,

When it is close and near.

 

Peace will surely grow,

If we start to be kind.

Something  we all know,

So we should find.

 

Bring them tranquility,

Along with stability.

 

Peace! Peace!  Peace!

Fight for it instead,

Not war should we spread.

 


METAPHORS OF LIFE.

I enter her world not knowing a B from A bulls foot,

I shall leave her world without my back.

 

Although life is comical,

Many mysteries about her remain unravelled,

Especially the mystery on how she was able to give birth.

 

Although life is ridiculous,

Many mysteries about her remain undivulged,

Especially the mystery on how she was delivered of.

 

Although life is a game,

Many mysteries about her remain winless,

Especially the mystery of playing an unknown game in her field.

 

Although life is a puzzle,

Many mysteries about her remain unsolved,

Especially the mystery of solving what you know not.

 

Although life is a book,

Many mysteries about her remain enveloped,

Especially the mystery of reading and learning what thee can’t decipher.

 

Although life is a riddle,

Many mysteries about her remain holed up,

Especially the mystery of peregrinating,

Round the wisp of her dimensional part.

 

Although life is a classroom,

Many mysteries about her remain unlearned,

Especially the mystery of learning new things daily.

 

Although life is a gaol,

Many mysteries about her remain locked up,

Especially the mystery of dwelling in her abode with freedom.

 

Although life is a war,

Many things about her remain unconquered,

Especially the mystery of fighting unknown invisible war.

 

Although life is a dream,

Many mysteries about her remain unaccomplished,

Especially the mystery of chasing the uncertainty.

 

Although life is a goal,

Many mysteries about her remain scoreless,

Especially the mystery of setting and scoring the ball in the wrong net.

 

Although life is everything,

Many mysteries about her remain unknown,

Especially the mystery of not knowing what she means,

Especially the mystery of not knowing who she is.

 

Paciolo Pen Saint.


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