A poem dedicated to all my friends on the net

2014 has been for me

the key

to reverse history.

Introduced to  the net,facebook

made me look

from my narrow

dead ends

to horizons beyond...

Friends all over the earth

revolving around the same axis

of humanity

Loads of sharing, beauty and fun

News of selfishness and guns

Sharing  of sorrow

Giving hope for tomorrow

living each day to the full.

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My ultimate dream

                            We live each step of our lives following our dreams...

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                                                           A small plot of land      
                                                       A tree
                                                With branches wide and shady

                                                 And leaves that wave out to me.
                                              A hut

                                           With a computer
                                           A table and some chairs
                                        A cup of tea
                                      And provision of three meals a day
                                  Shelves of choice books
                              A cat and perhaps a dog;
                             For the joy
                           These'd bring.                                                             free digital photos.net
                     I hope, I dream and toil a lifetime.
                   
                      

                     

The Other Side

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I stride at a smart pace
Forward, about turn and back
regular, observant
On important duty:
supervising an exam.

'Click, click!' my ears detect a sound
of iron on stone
in the land adjacent.
My eyes steal a glance:
 workers bending
cloths tied on their heads
to cover their hair.

I quicken my stride
I'm paid for this
A post of envy:
I never thought I'd get.
I check the covers
if all's right
The faces, that nothing's amiss

The smell of fresh wet mud
fills my nostrils
Enters my lungs
A quick side glance reveals
Mynahs walking, heads bobbing
Searching for  insects, worms.
My spirit leaps
through the bars, over the wires
And joins them in the fields;


My eyes cover the grim classroom
In formals I go back home
Over concrete and cement
I climb the stairs
And stare at concrete
till my eyes drop.