Skip to main content

THE WONDERING SCAPEGOAT

What for am i taken ?
Where to am i taken ?
The garden is left behind,
The master well knows the kind.
Why then he takes me away ?
Do other pastures far lay ? -
More flourish'd, lushly green,
And none yet has ever been ?

 O, there go my fellows side way ! -
Unkempt and wretched do they stray !
They are not fed like me !
They do not glow like me !
Will i keep them at bay ?
Or take pity on their bray ?..
No, i have got to ignore,
Have got to go with master -
The nourisher of my health
And protector of my breath.

 But where are pastures -
More flourish'd, lush green ?
But only a crowd I've
been trapped within !
Whoever are these people 'round me ?
Why ever do they pamper me ?
Ah, i feel so feted !
Ah, feel so respected !
Am i so important ?
Am i so relevant ?
Bravo, my master !
Your pet is a cynosure.

 Oh tears - in my master's eyes !
Why then my master cries ?
Is that in which his joy lies ?
Or fear of loss that conveys ?

 Come on, my lovely Lord !
Be mused, stay assured -
Your pet is yours, forever...
Do not you for me cry !
For, mortals may go away,
But souls do not, o master -
The nourisher of my health,
The benefactor of my life !!!

                   -- N P Samal

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

I DO CRY : SONNET 59

I cry, I do cry breathless like a baby. You notice me or not but I do cry-- Whole drown'd in tears--be it night or day it be-- No care if you find me absurd and wry. But I can't be unfair to cry, or vague If crying can protect me from strokes of death  That nothing else on earth can, though I beg With my bowl'd palms held heavenward in good faith. Yes, I do cry. (Whoe’er on earth will not With the betrayer's dagger stabb'd in heart?) But know my tears will flow all through the drought And grow new plants of love ere life does 'part. Maybe to kill the fatal pain the heart bears, Come out generously life-giving tears. -- N. P. SAMAL 
2 comments
Read more

THE RETURN : RHYME 100

Infants gambol about their home With blooms and toys, But they return to mom's bosom For the real joys. Children frolic about the streams, In meads and hedges, But to their home they return for Their real flowerage. Youths do rush about crazy for World's whole treasure, But they return for real living To own life and career.  Adults get sunk into the labour With dedication, But this's the return to raise well Their own children.  The old trudge about the yard Of their nursing shed, But lastly they return for rest To their death bed. -- N. P. SAMAL 
1 comment
Read more

MAMA'S FRIENDS GO TO SCHOOL : RHYME 90

Mama says 'No!' to monkey who wants To go to her school, The monkey gets piqued and makes  'Growl, growl, growl!'. Mama says 'No!' to squirrel who wants To go to her school, The squirrel gets piqued and makes 'Growl, growl, growl!'. Mama says 'No!' to parrot who wants  To go to her school, The parrot gets piqued and makes  'Growl, growl, growl!'. Mama says 'No!' to sparrow who wants To go to her school, The sparrow gets piqued and makes 'Growl, growl, growl!'. But all her friends do go behind her As she leaves home, And look at her through the window From outside the classroom.  Mama angrily tells them to go back  From her school, But they get piqued and make 'Growl, growl, growl!'. - N P SAMAL 
1 comment
Read more