posied to live

 

lion stalking for that running gazelle

leopard living for throat of a zebra

heron motionless at the edge of the pool

with quick beak prepared, poised to kill

hawk with deadly talons held closer

to heart, watching in the grass below

a large enough target to a quick plunge

and equipped to hold, poised to kill

surrounded by impulses for violence

i wonder whether i should simply

surrender to that principle: nothing

lives unless something is poised to die

© henry victor     03.03.2003

three four nine

three four nine that number  compose

for someone else, to me, too have made

we are into digits and no more

for want, i type a numerical code

earlier integer was only for creatures

behind bars, considering them much less

than persons, but today all figures:

for we are no more humans with souls!

our figures those days had a fine face

and good sounding exclusive forename

but now the appliance knows our face

by plain numeral, or its combination

© henry victor     11.03.2003

reappearance of variety

sparrows bathe in front of my home

announcing the arrival of spring

i pulled to roll my curtain on pane

letting in joy birds bring into my hut

the absence of varied colours around

earlier made body shiver and freeze

so i closed all cold and social increase

with it i shut out light with my blind

now with the reappearance of variety

in shade and shape, the extra energizing

i receive for my path and my dancing

locking up tightly the monotony of winter

© henry victor     15.03.2003

mount tops

many a mount tops i like to climb

to meet with Buddha, Jesus and Muhammad

also their kind, to stay there and forget

the varied valley i desire much

many a mount tops i like to climb

to float in air or to be transfigured

and erase the old wounds and memory

in mind and soul i had desired much

many a mount tops i like to climb

to ease my burden and drop aged

and excess baggage, to be envisioned

with a greater cause i desire much

© henry victor     03.03.2003

flight of hatchling

my life is like that of an eagle

taking care of her newly born chick

feeding in nest on top of the hill

away from all human habitation

i also carry mine to the mountain

to push her down to build that lasting

courage to enhance the flying skill

beyond boundaries of human limit

when hatchling knows her own to wing

and dive deep down into valley below

i will free self to soar high until

i’m lost above the drifting, dim cloud

© henry victor     12.03.2003

adjust

i have not resolved until this date

whether i should unreservedly speak truth

or when necessary conceal unkind truth

when real is uncomfortable speak deceit

truth is very real and is often cruel

even now it is the cruelty of fact

that makes me speak in a parable

to carefully conceal what is in heart

truth makes in me a little scratch

and it hurts within me much

that truth i refuse to speak out

making me to hum this new adjust

© henry victor     04.03.2003

battles beautiful

 

i saw sparrows fighting their own sort

though hurting it was so beautiful

after a quick clash they all flew away

leaving battleground unhurt and intact

i saw dogs fighting their own genus

though hurting it was so beautiful

after a bigger brawl they ran away

leaving battleground for a safe use

i saw stupid humans fight their kind

and it was indeed so dreadfully ugly

after fight they still lingered to exploit

leaving bloody, bleeding battle ground

© henry victor     14.03.2003