Ubuntu

Won a lottery, very happy, I was over the moon

Kept praising my luck, till midnight from noon

Feeling special now, I’m with the silver spoon 

Took away sleep, now turning bane, the boon 

Efficiently use this cash, a plan we worked out 

Our future secured, said my wife with a pout

Never did I feel for anyone, my selfish thought

Self-centric, only ourselves we always think about

Hunters were we, gathered for the whole group 

Together for all of us, we cooked food & soup

Selfish acts none, those kept out of the loop

Enjoy each other, thrived each & every troupe

Civilized we are, way we appear, even our walk

Sharing caring, compassion, the virtues we lack 

Togetherness we believe not, only in ideas we chalk

Ubuntu, the good old practice, remain in our talk

Sree....

Housewife

Retired early, got some money in lieu
To claim it, I was told to wait in a queue
Saw a pretty lady, nice look, nice view
She said please don’t stare, you I will sue

You retired ? Asked with a pinch of satire
No she said from my work I never retire
I’m my boss I decide my work and attire
I don’t work, I live it for my lifetime entire

What’s that interesting work ? I wondered
Asked her not, but my mind wandered
Saw my confusion, an answer she rendered
Housewife I am, have you seen any retired?

Never make fun, the most critical function
If she stops, stops there the entire nation
Keep her happy, have  no any other option
For she is godsend, beyond imagination!

Sree....

Salute you !

Put me in school, in spite of all my worries
Felt like running away, I never liked studies
A bit hesitant, fell for the offered cookies
Teachers took on, inspired with lot of funnies

Patiently trained me to think, read  and write
Took them a long while to mould me right
Never held back, tried with all their might
Taught me to live life simple and straight

Started as parents later acted like my friends
Helped me always, trained to meet my ends
For me to surge ahead worked on weekends
Their love & care never put  me in loose ends

Their teachings I followed, made my life
Qualities they filled in,  ensured I am safe
To express my gratitude, enough not this life
My teachers out there, love you all my life.

Sree....

Who Am I ?

Up I go horizontally on all four in a jerk

Slowly switch vertical, in me appear a smirk

At times the limbs don’t listen, go berserk

Brain lurks to pounce onto the ensuing perks

Mornings, terrible with a lot of frustration

Immobile limbs need some rejuvenation

Why me? no answers nor any explanation

Asked not, when lived life to satisfaction

Pop in some pills, cheerfully start my day

Three hours, optimizing it, I try to find a way

The cycle starts to end soon to my dismay

Pop some more when feels am made of clay

Compete each other, my body and my soul

Feels intoxicated like after a peg of alcohol

One thing for sure, someone is playing foul

Confused? Who am I? the body or the soul  

Sree....