As we moan in our far watch;
Nagging our peopled conscience,
We miss out entirely that the catch
Is made up of all our overt nonsense.
A large rich island just drags on,
Not for the size it must always hug.
The bulk of it lost the very reason
Why rich minds will make it a slug.
TOO DARK FOR THE SUN
Shade’s own place in the sun;
Like the shadow’s that will run,
Is hidden from its glories glare
With the truth they all must bear.
THE WAR THAT WON A BATTLE
The rocky coast of Macbeth’s fate
Must be taken up to be like the bait
That clips the pet Eagle’s keen claws
Or ties up a feeding Croc’s weak jaws.
The lesson in any story is found
And in any form it will astound
The minute detail of our simple act
Or corrects excesses in our daily act.
BARI / LEAVE
In ka ki ka ji bari,
Lalle za ka ga bari.
Domin dare ne sakon;
Rana ne mai bakon.
If you refuse to leave,
Surely it will still cease.
Because the night is dark;
The sun ensures it is back.
HEADS OR TAILS
Toss the coin all your life,
Balance on edges of a knife.
Whither roam your own course
If life to you is just a lone farce.
Are you not lost in thought;
Like the canine who fought
His own tail round and round,
With its very head not sound?
HANDFUL OF CLAY
That simple deed you daily handle
Reveal so much about how you work.
Just as everybody carries their bundle
Of life’s joy and sorrow that will mock.
That piece of action you handle
Reveal your final piece of work.
Just like every artist’s own bundle
Of clay would praise and also mock.