Poems by Dr. Vijay

Call of Cherub, Down but not Out

a poem by Dr. Vijay

Am I not another fresh fragrant flower in the garden
am I not another melodious soothing song to the ear
am I not another graceful bird in the flowery garden
am I not another pretty bright cherry, lovely to bear.

Am I not another dazzling gem in the jewel so glittery
am I not here to bring rapture and delight to my parents
am I not the bright twinkling star at night, so glittery
am I not the honey and sugar to my darling parents.

May be there’s less sparkles in my little lustreless eyes
may be there’s less efficacy in my tiny lifeless limbs
may be there’s no musical melody from my cries
may be I can’t mentally challenge my efficient sibs.

May be here I’m, so badly incomplete in many faculties
may be I’m abound with dreary deficiencies too many
may be I’m sanctified with many such a difficulties
may be I’m engulfed in mysterious riddles too many.

Spite of battered body and soul, there’s strong will
somehow to attain the ever evading normalcy, is my drive
aware and alert, I’m, already, of my limits and still
it’s but natural instinct to, with dignity and delight, thrive.

I’ve heard of many, who served, many a living in past
with large heart, sympathy, cognition and generous hand
without asking or pleading, many deeds which did last
with effects lasting long, well after they disband.

I appeal to you to render a generous helping hand
to put both my feet firm on the ground forever
I definitely need that extra bit of pushing hand
with mind to accept me socially as integral, forever.

With your acceptance and assistance I’ll reach higher
with your endurance and support I’ll be an achiever
with your prep and patience, my voice may sound louder
my life will be fuller, better, brighter and worthier.

August Appeal, Save Dames

a poem by Dr. Vijay

Women are the real essence for existence of lives
are the crucial sole soil from which erupts the lives
are the basic rhythmic drum beat of our lively music
are the strong binding fibre of the social fabric.

Are the steady strong staff on, our long lives twine
are the sunshine for lustreless male moons that shine
are the undeviating wind on which human flag ruffle
are the clement cardinal force to stop society tumble.

Wonder why are we so stubbornly and stupidly antiselves
wonder why are we ruthlessly annihilating ourselves
wonder why are we unendingly crippling this humanity
wonder why are we willfully strangling the neck of humanity.

Stop the merciless abuse of husbands on spouses weaker
to crush them totally physically and emotionally meeker
stop the chauvinistic ego demon’s monstrous dance
to bring the harmonious existence and interdependence.

Stop the social injustice in the name of religion and caste
to endlessly suppress the gender’s genuine freedom in haste
stop tracelessly crushing their blooming creative motif early
to assure that women are ever well below men surely.

Stop peering into their accomplishment with discriminating eyes
to search for evidence of hypothetical flaw which decries
stop being a stubborn stumbling block to their advancement
but enhance encourage enthuse and emanate their achievement.

Lets stop erasing and ending them as embryos, fetuses and cells
afraid of the social burden, financing their wedding bells
lets face, baby is happiness whether lovely girl or boy
discriminating against graceful girl is unnatural a ploy.

Lets stop spoofing them every single hour on the streets
intimidating them to totally shun those unavoidable meets
let them share joyful moments with decorum and dignity
let them also have fun and frolic which is theirs truly.

True irony, women are worst enemy to woman is genuine
universal callous attitude to other women is feminine
preference to man to madam is surely all too prevalent
to many damsels woman and men aren’t equivalent.

My Blemishes

a poem by Dr. Vijay

If brightest sun can have his black dark spots
If deep blue seas can have her high land dots
If ferocious lion can have his frequent fears
If triumphant spirit can have his few silent tears

If tall mountain range can have their valleys so deep
If brisk pouncing leopard can have his low creep
If the eternally busy bee can have his occasional rest
If elephant can have his muscle might put to test

If high gliding falcon can have his low moment
If English word can be have its syllable silent
If quietly prowling cat can have her noisy purr
If deep treading trout can have his own air

If tender neonate can have her own vivid dream
If lovely melodious number can have a sorrowful theme
If the vicious crocodile can have his own weakness
If menacing poisonous snake can have his kindness

If thundering squall can have his serene eye
If snow covered hill can have beneath his fire
If free floating clouds can have their head on collision
If parental passion and love can have its own mission

There can be ever widening lacunae in my sagacity
There can be explicit moments of my vivid audacity
There can be fluctuating instants in my arrogance
Only to totally cover up my all too frequent ignorance

I make it a point to conceal my entire weakness
Taking consolation from few of natures weakness
From the bottom of weakness arise the tower of strength
Hoping to wither my weakness to attain absolute strength.