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!

Random thoughts 41,42, 43,44

Random Thought 41 (placing A Trust On Ideology)

Betting on an Ideology is 

Like betting on a race horse!

Its loss leaves you in mourning.

Angry, frustrated and speechless!

Random Thought 42 (On Contemplation)

Some time I want to exhaust myself

With drudgery and tell the thinking

Mind to shut up and go to hell!

Random Thought 43 (On Being A Poet)

I cringe a little

On being called a poet

For all these poems!

Random Thought 44 (God’s Instructions)

I am sure when God made this world

His instructions were-

You may live your life inquiring 

How Universe was made

But don’t question why!

Baboon's Dream

Once there was a Baboon.

His name was Balloon.

He saw a balloon flying 

And said to himself,

'My name is Balloon

I will fly above the lagoon'.

He climbed on a tree,

Raised his hands,

Bent his knees

And flew like a bee.

But instead of flying

With a thump he fell 

Moaning and crying.

His ma and pa came on searching

And found him gloating

With the thought of floating.

When spring was in air,

Ma and Pa took him to fair.

They put him in the basket

Fastened with balloon in the market.

The owner took him to Balloon festival

They both flew high above the carnival.

Baboon was happy and singing

When he heard the bell ringing.

Just then

Ma came down to wake him up

He was getting late for school bus.

Savita Tyagi

Note: The above poem is published in children's anthology book. Below is the link. 

Let's Laugh Together: *Poems for Children* Poets Unite Worldwide

Jun 17, 2017

By Fabrizio Frosini

A Bed Of Flowers

An abandoned spiderweb

Survived the onslaught of

Winter's ice and snow.

The spring came and filled 

The spider web with tiny flowers

Shredded from the bush above.

A tiny insect now enjoys 

The comfort of a soft white bed! 

A tantalizing feast for eyes!