Women

Women:
They were meant to be loved
Their bodies look like
They were meant to be loved
Their voices sound like
They were meant to be loved
Their eyes shine like
They were meant to be loved
Their mouths speak like
They were meant to be loved
Their stories tell like
They were meant to be loved
They are weaker than men
For they were meant to be loved
They are made from inside out
Because they were meant to be loved
They have a nature
Soft and hard
That’s why they have to be loved
They possess the sweetness
Of honey
But they sting like bees
To show that they were meant to be loved
They walk with a lion’s pride
Gyrate with peacock’s vanity
Think with a serpent’s sharpness
Relate with chameleon skills
Attract like a magnet
And kill with a scorpion’s venom.

It is a verity,
They were meant to be loved!

 Mad

We all know madmen pick
They may pick up a treasure.
And sane men study
They may study how to die.
At night madmen sleep outside
And worry about nothing.

The sane also sleep at night
In the prison of their own fences.
Madmen pick in garbage bins
And sane men throw therein.

While the sane suffer from ulcers
Madmen never
Take sleeping pills!

Both do die and are forgotten

Life in Circles

Yesterday remains white;
Today it’s green
And tomorrow is black.

Life in circles.

In memory lanes we drive
Today your son
And tomorrow your guardian.

Life’s imperfidious visage.

We eat, drink and clothe,
We loaf, work and shelter,
That is all there is to life.

Life in circles.

And the unexpected happens:
Servants become bosses
Girls become boys
Beggars become lenders
And hours become minutes.

But when men marry men
Days turn to nights
And it snows all day non-stop;

The circles just continue.