stopping by an unkempt lawn

the train journey was long!

the whole night it did prolong

but i was down, from train, by dawn 

beside an unkempt lawn

neither my family nor me

knew why we got off at such a wee

hour of the day when destination

had not arrived; nor was this a station

for a train to stop! but white bunnies

two that drew my immediate notice

and at the end, i happened to learn

that these two, the only i did yearn

not to own did i, with folks, stop here

but with spouse and spawn to care!

my destiny did pass through this land

this lonely prairie property so grand

someone content with their lot of no gain

earlier, too had stopped to touch the pain

the wounds of these helpless creatures

and it is my turn now to love the bunnies

henry victor      21.04.2007

combining

i lack no strength, courage, hope and love

but a sense of purpose, in my heart is absent

to translate abstract godly virtues into acts

putting merits in a fleshy body, mind and soul

making human values to become a living being

walking, talking, dancing and singing with joy

to combine into a single feathery bird, those two

the dancing peacock and the singing cuckoo

or the eagle soaring higher to dive into chasm deep

and the hen scratching surface and embracing chicks

to protect from that devious, dirty raven who steals

not just the light but every little creature on this soil

© henry victor     19.08.2010

fences and thorns

i settled, earlier, with quietness

even when thorns pricked as i picked
the flowers, or at times the fallen petals
capturing in my mind the beauty

and the fragrance making self, my heart

to leap and dance to the beat, the music
you write with your constant dance;
but a perpetual pricking of the thicket

and the endless bleeding of my hand and feet

makes me wonder whether i have strayed
away from your garden into a cacti jungle
or is it that you resent my love to jingle

with your beauty and fragrance

in flowers considering it a pilfering
from the garden you are jealously guarding
with fences and thorns that prick!

henry victor     05.06.2002