Winter Afternoon

In snow-covered backyard, garden is without bloom

Lonely is my heart and silence pervades the room.

Wind is forgetful today

Who is to knock on door? 

Lost in their own thoughts

Frugal is leaves’ communication.

Time is in prison today, hourglass broken

Bird is caged in here, no emotions hearken.

Hearth is cluttered

And fire burned out.

Dancing shadows of yonder land

Upon television zoom.

But fail to breathe life

In dead-still room.

Yet the crisp cool richness of afternoon

Invites me calmly-

Come! bathe in my hue for once

‘Cause I am part of your life.

A Wicked Boy’s Plight On Halloween Night!

Few little boys played happily with the ball.

An old mean boy kicked the ball high in air,

The ball got stuck in palm’s thick green hair.

A woodpecker flew to poke a hole in ball.

She filled it up with grass to make a lair 

For winter a warm nest she prepared.

Rain drops slipped from ball’s slick skin

Her chicks were safe too from windy blare.

The boy spiteful brought a ladder to climb

On to one of the long tree branch he held

The hatchlings were fearful and distressed 

For his cruel intention was to rumple the nest.

It was the evening for Halloween trick or treats!

Witches and goblins were flying above streets!

One of them kicked the ladder down with heels!

This left the wicked boy hanging from the tree!

Helpless to slide on ground or hoist up the nest!

His boisterous howls were drowned in darkness!

Nobody heard his sorrowful plight on that night!

For all thought he was doing the Halloween tricks!