Poems by Hitesh Chandrakant Sheth Dr

The Rebel Angel ‘Satan’

a poem by Hitesh Chandrakant Sheth Dr

Yes I am the rebel angel Iblis
With my invincible code triple six.
Like a robot rebelling against master
I have turned against the heavenly father.
We have serious difference of opinions
About how to lead world toward joy Dionysian.
He enjoys to destruct and kill
Without realizing that even puppets feel.
Like a spectator in a theatre
He applauds destruction and massacre.
My contempt for his ways and means
Compels me for attempt Sisyphean.
Now I have to out-maneuvered him
And foil his fancies and whim.
Uncompanioned, I will fight against him
And thus drink hemlock full up to the brim.
I will fight against him till my last breath
And not cow down by his menacing threat.
Let whole universe stand against me
But I will neither bow nor flee.
Unmindful of death, I fight without plan
Because I belong to the valiant clan
For which defeat is worse than death
And the greatest insult is to the bow the head.
Like Angel I don’t beg for the power
And too proud to be feed on him leftover.
Mephistophelean gods may sell soul for silver
But I hate their yearning for heavenly pleasure.
Even if you consider me as Evil
I am product of his own sweet will.
I Lucifer, am misunderstood by all
And blamed for child’s slip to prophets fall.
Now this poor devil Iblis
Is caught between Scylla and Charybdis
Of evil lord and his henchmen
And cursed by his apostles and god men.
I too want to lead world towards joy:
Joy that is pure ,joy unalloyed,
Bacchic joy of nothingness,
Joy of sleep dreamless.
My eternal nay to ephemeral aught.
My eternal ayes to eternal naught.
There will be cessation of pleasure and pain
And freedom from victory and gain.
There will be suicide of soul immortal
And glorious entry into inane eternal.
As mother cannot see child in stress
And rush to mollify his distress,
So shall my torture of his messengers
Will prompt ElDorados of immortality and splendor.
I know my attempt may fail
And I may be thrown in eternal jail.
Even my defection might have engineered by him
To work out his inscrutable grand scheme.
But I have inherited his trait
Never to deviate from path.
To always perform selfless action
Without thinking of fruit or reaction.
Yes I am fighting losing lonely battle
And trying to threaten him with childish prattle.
But situation seems to me bright
And there is no reason to panic or fright.
If I win, world will go into black hole
If I lose, there will be end of my role.
I know, in deadly game, I may get perish
But this defeat I will forever cherish.

Soloman’s Wisdom

a poem by Hitesh Chandrakant Sheth Dr

Nothing is worthwhile or worthy to find;
Everything is futile, like chasing the wind.

The sun chasing darkness since aeons;
Prophets chasing ignorance, since time bygone.

Birds chirping to awaken men from sleep;
Sea roaring to disturb men’s darkness deep.

Rivers trying to sweeten salty sea;
Rain trying to satiate parched earth’s plea.

Youth sprinkle with wrinkles in a wink;
Wisdom often ferrying to disaster’s brink.

Useless seems my wife and urchins;
Tasteless are concubine and virgins.

Swiftest rarely wins the race;
Weaklings walkover with a beaming face.

Godly dies early, leaving starving sons,
Liars lives long, having endless fun.

Happy are those, who have died and gone;
Blessed are those, who are never born.

Truly nothing is worthwhile or worthy to find;
Everything is futile like chasing the wind.

Television Addiction

a poem by Hitesh Chandrakant Sheth Dr

Tom said,” Dear Friend Dick,
Why do you appear so sick?”
“Do you have any major stress?,
You seem to be in great distress.”

“Has your father excluded you from will?,
Or has your wife again incurred hefty bill?
“Has you son again topped from bottom in class?
Or has your boss again called you an ass?”

Has your daughter courted the trouble same?,
By courting some Casanova again.

Dick replied, “These are trivial things,
That cannot affect even my outer being.
I have lost interest in life,
Because cable operators are again on strike.”


a poem by Hitesh Chandrakant Sheth Dr

Small child dressed shabbily,
His eyes dusty, hair shaggy.
“As I will grow big,
I would have sweets many,
I would play throughout day,
and would be free from elder’s tyranny.”
Tomorrow I will be happy,
Hearing HITESH laugh heartily.

Schoolboy donning dress neatly,
His eyes sleepy, hair curly.
“As I will grow big,
I will see movies many,
I will roam through day,
And would be free from teacher’s tyranny.”
Tomorrow I will be happy,
Hearing HITESH laugh heartily.

Teenager sporting T-shirt trendy,
His eyes dreamy, hair lengthy.
“As I have gone grown big,
I will have girl friends many,
Soon completing boring study,
Would have job early and marry promptly.”
Tomorrow I will be happy,
Hearing HITESH laugh heartily.

Worried man wearing suit perfectly,
His hair receding, eyes weary.
“Soon my son will grow big,
After building his career brilliantly,
He would earn money plenty,
And would fulfilled my dreams many.”
Tomorrow I will be happy,
Hearing HITESH laugh heartily.

Old man wearing clothes dirty,
His vision dimly, hair silvery.
“Now I have grown old,
Fate has made joke cruelly,
Soon completing life sickly,
Will die and free from misery.”
In next life I will be happy,
Hearing HITESH weep heartily.


a poem by Hitesh Chandrakant Sheth Dr

Young man failing to clear examination,
Ditched by father and jilted by woman,
Overcome with remorse and renunciation,
Became monk and left the home.

On the way he had bad companion,
So he got hemp and other drugs addiction.
Weak-willed facing the Sun, starvation,
Hardships and malaria died with frustration.

Revengeful soul took birth as mosquito’s son,
And stung meditating saints with malaria germs,
So, killed them and increased his companions.
But crushed by saint and died with frustration.

Again born as human due to saint’s compassion,
But again he failed to clear examination.

River must flow

a poem by Hitesh Chandrakant Sheth Dr

Mighty river singing and dancing on the way,
   Mother of men, birds, and trees.
Flushing by the sun’s crimson rays,
   While going to meet darling sea.
On the way she met ‘HITESH’,*
   Claiming to be well-wisher of men.
He shouted at her, ‘For people’s interest,
   I want to build mighty dam.’
Nymph shedding tears of rivulets quipped,
   ‘Are not trees and birds my children?’
‘To take dust of saint’s holy feet,
   And watch tribal’s dance, I left mountain.’
‘My brother earthquake would not allow me to slow,
   For he firmly believes “River must flow”.’

* HITESH means well-wisher

Mosquito’s Feast (Sonnet)

a poem by Hitesh Chandrakant Sheth Dr

Mr. Mosquito hummingly said: gun, gun, gun,
For greatest ever feast come, come, come.
Party’s area is house of SHETH,
and Venue is his dark black head.
Angelic anopheles and cute culex is special guest
And black trouser is place for rest.
Special item is blood of HITESH,
Our greatest enemy, whom I detest.
Coil ,Net and Mat may prove hitch,
But, “Arise, awake and stop not till goal is reached.”*
Please keep your children at bay,
From newest mosquito killer spray.
By god’s grace destroy devilish plan,
and with malaria eliminate evil race, human.

Anopheles and Culex is species of mosquito
* Saying of Swami Vivekananda,
obviously mosquito seems to be philosopher.
I have seen them flying around his books.
Many had died and buried between pages
while attempting to read his book.