There is a place I like to go,
A place of wonder.
I wonder why trees are green,
I wonder why the tower of Pisa leans,
I wonder why the sky is blue,
I wonder why we wear shoes,
I wonder why the sun is there,
I wonder why people stare,
I wonder why earth is brown,
I wonder how we learnt to frown,
I wonder why there are clouds in the sky,
I wonder why…
At the end of this beach,
There is a cave. Nobody knows
What is inside. The cave has
A roof covered with rock
As sharp as a tiger’s tooth.
The water flows in.
Some say there is crystal inside.
Whatever may be inside,
It is clear that the cave
Does not want people to
Know what he contains.
I am not my looks
I am not my heavy make up
Or my fanciful dress
I am not the talent that God gifted me with
I am not my fake smiles
Or my flawless skin
Or the person in the movie
For I merely act as them
Act like I am perfect
And ironically
That’s what makes me imperfect
As I drive in the countryside,
I see some hot-air balloons being readied
At the roadside. Hot-air is being put into them
Which is as light as helium. One of them is
Red and yellow, the other is blue and orange.
When they are filled up, they will be as big
As a hill. They will start moving upwards
And reach a particular height. It will be a slow rise
And calming. You will also see the
Green fields from up above. You will
See the world the same way as God
Sees it. I wouldn’t mind having a ride in one.
In fact, I would love it.
There is a place I like to go,
A place of wonder.
I wonder why trees are green,
I wonder why the tower of Pisa leans,
I wonder why the sky is blue,
I wonder why we wear shoes,
I wonder why the sun is there,
I wonder why people stare,
I wonder why earth is brown,
I wonder how we learnt to frown,
I wonder why there are clouds in the sky,
I wonder why…
The cat
With the cricket bat
Was at
The boat hire
A goat
Wearing a coat
Stole a boat
The cat
Said, “You dirty rat!”
And whacked him with her cricket bat
Then the goat
Went home to float
But he didn’t get to the polling station
In time to vote.
Are we three-quarters
and 49 minutes
away from the shop
with 53 purple crickets?
Are we two-thirds
and about half an hour
away from the place
where they have a giant sunflower?
Are we 2 minutes
and 53 days
away from the green rhinos
with their green rhino ways?
I am going to take the subway.
So, I am at the station.
As I walk to the platform,
I see a dustbin.
It is as empty as the stomach
Of a homeless person who
Has not eaten for a week.
There is garbage around it.
People have surrounded the
Bin with garbage. They
Probably expect the bin to
Pick up this trash and
Feed itself. These people
Throw garbage near
The bin and then complain
That the world is not clean.
The dustbin is too
Weak to feed itself.
I think we need to feed
It instead of leaving behind
Its food near it.