My Mother, like many saints, is compassionate
Though lion-like, my father is considerate
Like banyan tree, my family is well-branched out
Grandmas, Grandpa, Uncles, Aunts – all are good; no doubt
Precious among all, Pink Pearl, I am so lonely
Cause – though ponder and wonder – I don’t know wholly

My talks are mad monologues; songs senile solo
I’m my partner to my duet with heart hollow
I’m a plant getting sun and water with no care
In friendly fondling freedom folklores, I’ve no share
I feel human beings, here, is mortal Islands
Hearts heartlessly hard; minds murked; life barren dry lands

I’m slow, soft, somber; savorless; no glory glow
Deep down in me, like the Zambezi, whirlpools blow
I look at the sun, moon, stars; not relishing them
My mind mocks and knocks and cracks in a moody hem
Seas surreptitious; ships succumbing surmise, shake
My existence seems like someone’s sad mad mistake

Stories secrete; poetries pour; in my lone tour
Losing, longing, languishing leads – love’s lustrous lore
Quill leaks; notepad nostalgic; words wildly wide
Haunted heart – highest hopping horse- rugs rue rough ride
Love lone, though looks lost, has its marvelous turning
Lamenting lonely life lures cheery churning