Humor Poetry....I am your President !

I am Your President

I am your president...said one baritone voice
I shall take you out of trouble... come on...make your choice !

Elect me...I am a nationalist...a rationalist and a true servant !
Motherland is my first love... and this love is ...well...constant!

If you wish to be safe... you want to be rich..... and you want to progress
...then I am your man......vote for me...dont just make any second guess !

Listening to this baritone...one jobless beggar said:
...."You and me are so alike....... but you beg for votes...instead"

"....I beg to eat....then go to my pipe ....and enter the land of dreams
but ...dear sir...... .... you beg..... just to achieve....
these impossible pipe dreams !"

POET'S SPECIAL...Can Writers Bring Change ?

Can Writers bring Change ?

All the great poets
writers and literary men
have laughed at this circus
...charged with their mighty pen

...the 'wild beasts' ...shameless
have never bowed their head
...when the 'arrows' were unbearable...
....have 'bound' them...instead !

All the grat thinkers
enemies of the 'beasts'
have been kept in some library
and jokingly called 'high priests'

The swords...the arrows...and
other armoury of these men
have been used as some toys
in the 'literary' play pen !

...and when the new hunters
come and write against the rules
...at first are ridiculed...
but if accepted...join the 'fools'

they too are bound in volumes
...kept on fashionable bookshelves
what they have said ...is of no value
but we quote them... amuse ourselves !

The unwritten fate of a writer
the unwritten law supreme
...is to be taught in the curriculum
...not to fulfil his dream !!!!!

Great poets...writers...thinkers ...and the like
will come...and go...forever
...they cant change a thing...
but shall fill library shelves...however !

SAD POETRY....ALL SEASONS BRING SORROW !!!

ALL SEASONS BRING SORROW


I waited all summer, to eat the sweet fruit
And when rains came, they washed the very root

The fruit of summer, the nectar of sweat
Was bitter sweet, dry, and hard to get

Now the autumn has arrived, and we have new leaves
But the mood is like winters, is this what one achieves

I wonder what would happen when winter actually arrives
Trees would be lush green, but no blossom in our lives

When the spring breaks again and love is in the air
Trees would shed leaves, no spring this ; but despair !

Is this how I shall live the seasons of life
The summer of longing and rains full of strife

The autumn of hope
hanging by the winter’s rope

and spring that will hide behind the balding trees
a time of new happenings, but I shall find fallen leaves !

NOTE : ......poet normally refuses to take responsibility for these sentiments........although he cannot deny that these are his own !!!