Poems by Jose C J

The Christmas Sunset

a poem by

Jose C J

The barometer gave no warning,
No indication of unusual conditions on Christmas eve,
The day sparkled like a dew in the morning sun,
The innocent folk were in a festive mood.
With the wink of an eye,
They were engulfed in the swirling water.
It swept away all their dreams.
The ‘Tsunami’ smashed into beaches
Without prior warning.
Survivors and rescuers are battling
To find a dry land to bury their kith and kins.
Many are mixed up with the ruins,
And the rest engulfed or swept seaward.
The best swimmers were helpless
In the swirl of water.
It’s not a dream, and never it could be.
I stare in to the distance
Helpless but tearful,
Cursing the sea for the foul game.
We begin to end, we start to finish,
But never thought the end would be disastrous.
The memories of the ‘Tsunami’,
Can never be destroyed.
They belong to me and you,
It made this planet yet another ‘Ground Zero’
With buildings, without buildings,
With lives left, with lives gone,
In good and in bad.
God forbid! never again a disaster
Like the one would hit our planet.
For, death came from the sea
And the waves just kept chasing the innocent.
The sun on Xmas day set with uncherished dreams.
Oh, God what did they do
To deserve such an end?

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To My Son

a poem by

Jose C J

Tomorrow you’ll be sixteen
And you’ll step out in the wide world.
So long you were under my protection
But I think now you need a world of your own.
So many people you’ll meet-
All types and from all races,
Good and bad you’ll find,
To all of them you shall be kind.
Success and failures you’ll face,
Accept them with gladness and a cheerful heart.
Along the journey of your life
Read good books, for they’re your never failing friends.
Keep good friends; accept and respect them
Turn a blind eye to their shortcomings.
Never pretend to be what you are not
Nor to be proud
For these go before a fall.
Admire each thing that God has given you
And give HIM the first place in your heart.
You might reach unattainable heights,
But never forget the shore from where you’ve flown.
And for me time is passing
And I must prepare for a journey;
But… keep this advice in mind
Because it’s a gift from someone
Who is dear to your heart.

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The Beautiful Truth

a poem by

Jose C J

All roads lead to DUBAI
Where faces will be all smiles and surprises.
It’s an enchanting world of fun, shopping,
Entertainment and wonderful opportunities.
For a brief period DUBAI represents
The stage of Life – a grand Global stage,
Where people of the world
Will make their entry and exit.
‘One World, One Family, One Festival’
Is the motto of the Annual Fest.
DUBAI is teeming with
Interesting faces and characters,
Some familiar, others never seen before,
Some celebrated but many unsung.
The result of their efforts towers
High above the DUBAI skyline.
Come to DUBAI, plunge into the heart of
Varied Cultures and Civilization
And a lot more to learn and gain.
A window into the unique talents
And vision of many is the DUBAI Fest.
It’s entertaining, engrossing…
Ooooh! No more to the Moon or Mars
But only to DUBAI will I go.
Kudos to all the brains
Who gave shape to their splendid dreams.

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Born Free

a poem by

Jose C J

We are born free
But our freedom was taken away cruelly
The desire for power made us blind
And the glare of wealth made us blink,
Now the world is like an asylum.
Seeing the fate of the world,
Don’t put on a sad face, friend.
Slavery mocks at us,
But we’ll regain our freedom surely.
Don’t lose your hope,
For you can change the world-
Bring to the world eternal peace.
Awake my friends,
From your drowsy slumber
For the roots of slavery is too deep.
So to break the bondage, do your best
There is only little time to rest.

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