the cow and the bull

i saw the mother cow tenderly caressing

the little calf lying at the mother’s feet

engraving in my mind the symbol

for mild and healthy productivity

i also watched the bull putting weight

unreservedly on the cow, not his own

charging ahead to discharge  all lust

hardly a thought of right or wrong

i, purposely, pause a moment to consider

the contrasting acts of the cow and the bull

the thought of holding opposites together

for a complete vision, my real to evolve

© henry victor

 

magnanimity

i stand in front of your wide face

facing, day after day, your magnanimity
to permit tiny boats to fearlessly float
beside massive ocean liners

but i still not have learnt that art

of nobility, while you in spite
of your power and your volume
you still respect your neighbor’s line

and you never intrude into that

boundary except when angry
while i with all my smallness
always try to push my reigning

even into territories belonging not

to me expecting others to leave
room for me, with that absolute
freedom to move and reign
 
henry victor     10.06.2002