J.H. Sayyar's Odes


J. H. Sayyar



1. Ode to Swan
1
I saw swans hovering over the sea, long neck shorter than his feet,
Coming from the north crossing swamps, smashes and shallow lakes
Bubbling blown in waters, duet songs more cute than singer’s beat,
An echo in silence, all night birds, and her sensual sound awakes
Floating in the streams, flying in the airs with heavenly grace,
Black bill and black feet, long neck to search hidden food,
Roots, shoots of seas and lakes of Columbia River Region,
In winter leave the place for mating in erotic mood,
Roaming over the mountains and vales to find a resting place,
For the next generation but in winter problems face
I saw all in day dream through my poetic vision

2
How swans putting their necks down into the deep seas,
Bring food for self from below; it is due to strong long neck,
No fear of weather, no fear warm or cool breeze,
Long bills and wings but enhance beauty bill speck,
Long necks for searching hidden foods under sea or waters
Of coastlines or estuaries, it exposes their mysteries nature,
Searching for mysterious foods hidden in watery plains
And eat searched foods, the same for their creature,
Their bills, wings and long necks heavenly entablature
How to trace secret food in lakes with garters,
And be winter or summer their efforts go never in vain

3
I compare my gentle Lady with a love-neck cute swan,
Searched me on earth for her pretty being for pleasure,
To guard her image copy late night and early dawn,
I call her the trumpeter of love and peace in leisure.
Her love hovers over my head morn, noon and night,
Flying to me far away on the pretty wings of love,
More faster than any swan O God her sensual flight,
More pretty her being for me a gift from the above,
Cute lips and wild eyes, body zigzag removes my plight,
Five feet and nine inches, my ladylove’s height
Like swan her long neck to search me in moon light



2. Ode to Pleasure

1
Spring comes and spreads pleasure among bird and beasts:
The renewal of life circle changes feelings and emotions,
Women arrange bale dance and men receive feats.
Angels smile from the sky the children play game,
Ladies go for bill and coo with lovers in park,
And graceful moments may be seen everywhere:
Air birds chirp while flying babies smile watching lark,
Eyes attract eyes, and heart, heart does tame,
Thus here on this earth is written men’s future aim
Wearing colored dress women roam for affair

2
What is pleasure? Birds and beasts know it not,
But they feel pleasure in cool breeze how they discern,
They are happy, the watchers say, sitting on the beach cot,
Pleasure does nothing but we each good or bad lot earn,
The foolish enjoy pleasures here like agile sparrows,
Flying away from home and due to hunger their fall,
Or escape from weather lash the eagles catch and swallow,
The crow’s mother teaches to her kids since crawl.
But the fawns’ kids are preyed in day with arrows.
As unseen beauty dies with smell of a cute jungle rose
Wisdom teaches the wise on earth, never pleasure follow

3
O God! Take pleasure form this earth behind it immortal pain
Pleasure comes in veil of pleasure to give men woes
And grief to the foolish and on earth wisdom to slain
I find pleasure, my love, but will-slave, known by one or two
What is life? Nothing, but like a drop in seas soon,
Like beauty, my Swan, for short time, on earth I find
Think in lone, My Dear, woes and grief a heavenly gift:
In different shape I find pleasures on earth me remind,
Leave pleasure songs and weal and woe here croon,
The essence of wisdom as to the fruits the light of moon,
Here woes, there pleasure, why? Woe and wisdom rift
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3. Ode to Beauty
1
What is being in human being? What can you tell?
How gem drops fall from the sky into the snail shell,
Can anyone tell why babies smile looking to the sky?
Why whales dance in seas up and down well?
Why partridges fly to moon? Why babies cry?
In the airy waves and build their next on mountains high

Can anyone tell which melts meat in stomach fire or heat?
And why larks day and night over the stormy sea beat?
Tiny birds prey to eat or they eat air in the air
Who makes images in our minds? Or where lays fire in peat?
Nor can men expose in lips, in eyes or from where comes glare?
Nose our need, tongue liberty, and its function is to care.

2
All things cute on earth; birds, beasts and men: God’s monuments.
Yea! Man a mini cosmos to conjure Elements and its running trends,
For coming generation to expose the mystery of Hell and Heaven,
None can peep into the wisdom dark cave but the wise comprehends.
Why goes to seas to find gems crying a mountain raven
Nothing is known to this secret all men in six and seven.

What a beauty?  A choiced image of lover in his own mind,
By hook or by crook steal or snatch at last they do find.
Where in men and women, beats of birds is clearly seen,
But all those on earth to men and women all are kind.
All images of God’s are perfect, all colors white, red and green
No color no beauty in men and women but our eyes glean



4. Ode to Sleep
1
Sleep, more precious gift of heaven earthly being,
The daughter of heaven spreads her wings to heal woo,
Of laborious days that are swiftly fleeing,
The sun comes and goes and writes our bill and coo.
The sleep lovers are sensuous like a sparrow and remain,
In the world of self deceit, just lying not sleep,
Posing like a sleeper, soul leaves body but futile,
To color the images, and images in images in creep;
Nothing come out of images, dreams are in vain.
Dreams print no copy of being, except cheat brain,
Wisdom cries, heart weeps, none to each other loyal.

2
When images heap images and compel men to lay,
In valley of dream, where no woe but sole pleasure,
Where images walk all day, and no obstacle on the way
Senses stupefy drinking false image wine in leisure.
Right and left sleep mean but sleeping upsides down,
Burns wisdom wings and make erotic image on the screen,
Of mind but no dice, for self and images make men ill,
No body, but of souls and snatches the crown of queen,
Shatter body, tear dress, wit and the royal crown,
When a virgin lays on bed wearing her night gown,
And roof watches her lumber and face with poor will.

3
O Sleep! You do not sleep but the false images sleep.
You be not proud of sleeping men day and night,
What image-owners sow in day and in night they reap,
But the unripe images ripen in dream their sleep flight.
Sensuous images mar wisdom, and sleepy eyes do make,
All day and night red, courage fail, sense loose and wit dull,
And erotic emotions prevail all night in soul
Faces wither, mind sensitive and image a skull,
No flesh, no freshness, because the images are fake.
It is the cause of soul illness; none can cure even Life Lake,
False images shatter soul and soul shatters our future goal.




5. Ode to Being
1
The refine piece of Elements: Eve’s and Adam’s son,
Just flesh, bone and body and heart not its running force,
To search for the body secrets, all physicians’ fun,
But none knows the physical, psyche and souls course.
Matter comes from earth, spirit from stars and soul from God,
These powers work in men and control human actions,
Angels push images, images push mind to do right or wrong,
Wisdom guides to goal ignoring right or wrong reactions,
All deeds are written in dots, with a golden mighty rod,
Hanging around the neck invisible, our deeds in pod,
Cannot be erased by time and space, we vermin ding-dong.

2
What is being in human being? A golden book of deeds,
Its writers more might in writing thoughts, feelings and emotions
If we sow good deeds on earth, how can we reap there weeds?
Silence rules the universe freely, that day all commotions,
Being weeps in being, in vain hearts, ears and eyes,
Ears to listen, eyes to see, and heart to make decisions,
Wisdom judges their calls; images push men to do,
Something right and wrong all printed on the visions.
Reason cannot inspire action, but done but our hot cries,
Goodness prolongs life on earth, badness calls for surmise.
One day all will see with eyes on earth who was true?

3
Neither being is wisdom, or concepts, or a solid reason,
It is God’ voice in men, not a part of God’s being.
Its nature is elastic, we shrink it is our open treason,
None thinks over it while all men are blindly seeing.
Promise achievement its up and down graph, lie dries its root
Being saves men from hell and close to paradise
Being makes men human being as the tailor makes men.
The fools ignore his being on earth but care all wise.
When its graph goes up all earthly beings salute,
He flies to heaven freely wearing being’s golden boot,
And see all things great or small as with her small eyes hen



6. Ode to Lady
1
My heart sighs looking at your half refusing eyes,
To turn down heavenly love, but do keep in mind,
Those who hate men die virgin with sorrows and sighs,
Taking beauty in grave, leaving no print behind.
Living day and night in dream one day makes you mad
The world is full of woe and grief, someday leave you copy
Even parents, brothers, sisters, and your being downcast,
Wrinkles on your pretty face and on your front floppy
Time prints its finger prints your being be no glad,
Your being will weep for ever will be very bad,
Copy of your being darling; your left and right mast

2
Even every beast and bird leaves their copies on the earth,
To maintain their species to save the next generation,
Saving life to save life, essential is for running hearth,
If no print on earth is left, a symbol of elation.
Alone remains Devil or Deity they are by birth alone.
Beyond the shadows of death but not human being,
We are born to die here, to save her self-flesh
Marriage is the right course, precious years are fleeing,
Think not what I said, but rethink and change thinking tone,
Day by day moving loses its weight a heavy stone.
Make your mind a fresh lake pretty, not a stagnant mesh

3
Cupid weeps in her temple, no print of her being among the mass
Once I saw in trance, asking her lot from the Angels,
Why weeping in my writ, no copy of my being in high class,
My beauty breeds nothing, useless my being at all angles.
O my Swan, you find Swan Love that loves once in life,
If death separates one then the other does never wed,
Till his death and he never unlocks his locked throat
Think my Swan, think in lone, to share someone’s bed
Have a tour of the world is with less glee and more woe rife
Lonesome bits heart and suck blood with solitary knife
Let us make love images we have found love in love-pot



7. Ode to Faithfulness
1
I found you not on earth, not in men’s and women’s heart,
Where have you been? Loyal people are searching for you,
Neither you in palace, nor in brothel, nor in women’s loved cart?
Being deceived in search of you, who are most true;
What is darkness? Nothing but it light absence shows,
Where there is no light, there darkness prevails,
Then all colors fade, wits fail, none can recognize
Faces of men and women, friends and foes invisible but wails
Bleeding from the injured feet, no difference in thorns and rose,
Men cannot see images; wisdom light comes and goes,
And all in a lake of ignorance and everywhere cries

2
Faithfulness; a heavenly light, hellish wrath is gloom,
Knowledge kid loyalty disloyalty; an illicit child of ignorance
Greed is its eldest kid and the cause of wisdom doom
We cannot make difference between right and wrong failing sense
Faithfulness; another form love, O disloyalty you more chary,
Creeps into men’s lovers’ heart, like a snake in earthly hole,
Just like greed enters into eyes and on his heart she sits.
At the navel-spot, none its presence, none knows it goal,
Shutting wisdom light window opens greed window you wary,
Now greed rules wisdom kingdom and greed will tarry.
Slowly and slowly switches of sense failing all our wits

3
I have found you, loyalty, now stop your hide and seek,
Living in beasts and birds, even in all cute cannibals,
O Loyalty! Your being unseen, but visible for the meek,
I leave human hearts, no peace, every time ringing greed bells,
Now I live among the flowers and sometimes in babies’ chest,
In mothers’ hearts, but left completely the heart of a whore,
But constant stay in the heart of a horse and a dong
But people find me in beauty, they are foolish more
Their eyes, their tongues and their hearts create unrest
And all day and night live among the beauty pest,
Now I live not among the bells and has flown like fog

                                                           

8. Ode to My Ladylove
1
I see heavy rain falling, and shining moon in the skies,
The night is calm and balmy, hail all around me hail;
I see gliding star behind the moon and crazy night cries,
Ob dusky birds, singing what they sing my all wits fail,
The noise of falling rain reminds me of my Swan’s dews,
Falling from her silky hair, beaming in dim moon light,
Crazy love in her eyes, pious though is her bosom lies,
Moon lit falling on her breasts, enhancing my poet flight,
He blonde hands and cheeks, do all Arehan confuse,
Her red lips make brighten black, does wonder the Muse.
Night pixy hovering over her head, watch the seven skies.

2
Rain stops, hail melting, cool breeze touching my cheeks,
Come my Swan and sit by me, with floating shiny hair,
The night still, cool cruise, and full all earthly creeks,
Most serene night, like Norway coast nice for love affair,
Come let us walk together, in this serene heavenly sight
See the erotic sight, the sea lawn and the playing waves,
With the moonlit in jolly mood, If you were here enjoy,
The beach, the waves, the moon, empowering hollow caves,
Your smiling face, yea! I see in sea water on my right,
Your colored rings, wearing soft fingers shine duck light,
And stay here for forever, and do not say the scene good bye

3
But alas! You away from, but in heart your presence I feel,
Yes your presence, in my tear mirror your face I see,
Beaming, alluring my lower hunger, but I do steal,
Your love silently like entering drops in a snail secretly,
Come, Sweety, come, the sight is inspiring for bill and coo,
He water throws snails to shore, all colored small and great,
Looks cute, dazzling in moonlit like your coral breast,
But your sweet love with me here, no, hard is my fate,
You miss a fine night and me, Sweet Darling is it true?
I miss you as Napoleon missed Clark in the war of loo,
Come close, come close my Swan, for love the sight is best.


                   
9. Ode to Artemis
1
I, sitting on the Norway beach, my Swan’s image in eyes floating
Col breeze is running fast, gleeful waves playing with the moon,
Singing larks over the sea, with their mothers little kids boating,
In moonlit in the trees, night cuckoos and nightingales croon,
Swimming fishes wavy dance, in moonlight blue waves,
I saw mermaid singing in moonlit with happy merman,
Lovers’ with beloveds boating, slept couples on the beach,
A heart burning sight, I seem I had drunk henbane,
I in trance reached at once in the age of caves,
I saw sitting Artemis far away among the little cute babes,
She stood up and saluted me when I there reach.

2
I politely requested her parents to call for here Artemis,
I reached here from away on the wings of Poetic Muse,
Alas! Those who follow Artemis, men deprive of shiny kiss,
Among your followers, my Swan, Artemis, change your views,
Creation stops, nature weeps, and no beauty print behind,
Alter your mind and spreading among bells through Astral Light,
And met Swan in dream, cute more than you are on earth.
Cutes are loved or worshiped, but refusing mating her plight,
She loves kissing and hugging; Ah! With true love her bind,
Her serpentine and pink thinking on earth I do not find,
It is her self-conceit, God does not award it ob her birth

3
He blonde cheeks, her soft lips, he wild eyes and coral breast
Her delicate fingers wearing red rings and beaming chin,
Looking at them burning my soul, stone-hearted but agile
Like a sparrow, faithful like a horse but her wayward fin,
Stops her moving the sea water and danger to be eaten,
By the whale of loneliness, in the sea loveless mass,
You Pythia make her understand, love, soul of life
Eyes see not sans light, you cannot stay sans love, Alas!
Because my Swan follows old track mostly beaten,
Their heavenly mind and heart turn into a stagnant fen,
There is a fighting in her bosom and in her soul strife



10. Ode to Muse
1
O Muse, come back visiting Euphrates, Tigris, Pishon and Gibon,
I need you more here, without delay, do reach in my closet,
Many colored visions are in my mind, alas! Come I do moan,
My eyes cannot see clearly image phantoms, eyes are wet,
What are these phantoms? Soft desires or soft wayward trends,
Rebellious notions against promise or newly born dark desires
Appearing under word-veil, of duck and can be seen,
Dim oath-light, around me sighs, fear, no smoke without fire
Something wrong in heart, intention peeps through eyes, friends,
Wisdom peeps through words, the soul motion, child apprehends
Heart burns with moan, eyes weep, my Lady what does it mean?

2
Come and take me like a spook to my Lady’s dressing room,
That exposes her thinking, living style, and make up worldly hope
Writing style her secret will, fiery Cupid eyes, peeping gloom,
Her see-through dress, cares and cards, her cute body mop,
Her wrinkled shirt and trousers, cares and her night gown,
Parts display room, daily food supply, and her fingers’ rings
Her beauty box making her cute mo by mo, in dim light,
Soft pillowed face, breast touching bed, sitting on Muse wings,
I awake her from sound kip softly sleeping upsides down,
Her glowing cheeks spreading rays, like Norway morn town,
I lullaby her kipping body awoke feeling my hands delight

3
Change me into a notion and let me enter in her tender heart,
O Muse while napping, I read her wills and wishes with calm,
I taste her trends in lone, her eyes sweet and red lips tart,
Her cheeky cheeks, her Cupid eyes, and my manly touching palm,
Her delicate fingers holding pizza in a stylish plate
Her smooth body, like a cedar, releasing love rays her phony
Onion, tomato, chilly ginger enhancing burnt pizza grace,
Her erotic eyes arousing mood and her thighs increasing weight
Her back smart, her eyes wild, and her soft thighs, boney,
More cute she looks O God! Making on her head a love pony,
Tell me her secrets of heart, her sincerity; her kind love base



11. Ode to My Fair’s Passions
1
I have seen three passions in my Fair’s Front, Nose and Eyes,
Eyes showing sensual, front rational, and intellectual carrying nose,
They are soul properties and produced by her warm motions rise
Good or bad, like or dislike, honesty and dishonesty shows,
Just and unjust, true and false, nose dowry concupitive power of soul
My ladies decencies, the perfect master piece of natural art,
A paragon of beauty on earth, all belles borrow beauty from ladylove,
But the mirror or the secret walls know her secret of heart,
My sorrows and sufferings, woe and grief burn me like a coal,
And weeps my heart bitterly, as a baby on his self broken doll,
But I listen to her voice let my hands go below and above,

2
Love, hate, like, dislike, my Lady’s concupiscible power,
When he is good, arises delight, desire mirth and pleasure,
Its absence shows horror, loath, sadness, and grief a withered flower
Soft delight, peaceful face, crooning lips my Lady’s treasure,
Most secret, most hidden, in willful ocean like gem in snail,
How drops turn into gem rain none knows the secret of nature
None knows when will be gem rain, falling from the azure sky,
Just like my Lady’s love and anger is a master piece of literature,
As all over the world is famous birds chirping Maldives dale,
Someday will be my Sweety our love the part of fairy tale,
None knows when and where will be our bodies together lie

3
My Swan when your irascible power awake in night or day,
It turns to revenge injure or injured, recalls past sullen days,
Red and white, blue and pink, symbolizes your childhood fray,
When you walk in moonlit enhancing your literacy craze,
When irascible power cause be anger, from it eleven fumes flows,
Unseen but with being, sit on the proper cute facial place,
And adds beauty charm, from top to toe my cute, cute Swan
Love, desire, joy in eyes, hate heart none can it trace
Anger, horror, joy, despair, always sit on your pretty nose,
But hope and boldness rests on cheeks in a stylish pose,
I see in my trance sitting happily in my ladylove’s lawn



12. Ode to Goodnight
1
A few ponder on earth over the system of four seasons,
Jovial spring, sad autumn, delightful winger fruitful summer
No eye weeps when says farewell to autumn fail all reasons,
But flowers and tree wither due to see off, but afraid of new comer,
Petals, leaves and fruits all die slowly; it is due to farewell,
Winter bites, confines men and animal in four walls,
Though freeze, emotions die, and feelings all night tease,
In arteries and veins disturb, my mind and soul calls,
My mourning heart tries to come out of this memory hell,
All my senses, my memories, my feelings with like desert trees

2
My hearts pains, my eyes seep, and my all senses do fail,
When you say, ’Good Night’ with loveless heart and sullen face,
Tears fall on my cheeks, and you sleep gladly in dream dale,
Words pierce my heart and soul in lone, O Lady more sensitive case,
Your stop talking and saying goodbye gives me everlasting pain,
Of Adam and Eve who said farewell Eden in mournful mood,
Who disobeyed Adam or Eve; none knows who was wrong,
Their love fails reaching on earth, my Swan with me not rude,
I am collecting grief on earth in search of love grain,
Spreading on the muddy ground, my feet go into my try in vain,
Your echo all around me, my heart and soul weak not strong,

3
I wonder how my sweet love turns into bitter love and tart,
I can do nothing but weep putting my face pillow all night,
I see angels consoling me, my love and being on earth all alone,
Drowning in the sea of sleep, her sweet, sweet woes my bite,
Her memories make me sad; love bites my soul in gloom,
My body numbs with sadness, her grief makes me mad,
My sweet love happy with sleep, leaves me in goodnight hell,
Who sees the face of morn and jungle rose and comely lad,
But my beloved forgetting me, sleeping in her cozy room,
Her seep her heaven, but for lover it is a day of doom,
My Swan’s love causes my death yea, me her sleep deities tell,




13. Ode to Bury Night
All busy, the stars twinkling, the moon shining for fruits and flowers,
Nights birds collecting food and prey, for their sleeping bambinos,
Larks singing over the sea, and sad eagles sitting on high towers,
Their eyes busy searching preys, crocodiles playing on ooze,
Lovers busy making revelry, I sitting all alone on the shore,
The sinking moon in sea surfs, sharks busy diving in waves,
The aqua makes circle within the circle, running all over the sea,
Kids playing with ferry boats ignoring moms , my hearts craves,
Fo talking someone but all busy working I do insist no more,
In see all sight with weeping eyes, remind me of love of yore,
When love ruled heart and soul, people welcome guests gladly.

2
All busy, just like my Lady busy dining with cousins and aunt
Chairs, table, dinner supply, walking, talking ignoring my being,
Like birds chirping all night while talking mild, mild taunt,
Before sleeping talking bath, night dress and for sleeping fleeing,
Here bites me solitude, eyes count stars all night awake,
Like on duty night watcher, pillow wets slowly, slowly with tears,
Shining dress, finger rings, light red lips, and glowing cheeks,
When I see this sight in trance, my moaning heart full of fears,
Lest she should forget me like merman and melt like flake
In the din of merry woman’s heart week, come back for my sake,
I weep alone all night, absence makes a mo many a weeks.

3
All busy, I do myself busy weeping on her absence shrine,
And I lit the tear-candle on dusk, woes shine like spark,
And prays to her sleep deity to recall me when she does dine,
O cute fingers when you morsel, mix my love in dark,
O cold water do mix my tears in it when does she you drink,
O teeth, chew not until my love is mixed in it and O tongue,
Not to give taste until my glee is mixed in it and my heart,
Remind her of my love, let not her sleep she is still young,
O bed, o soft pillow give her no rest, rest at a wink,
Alas! In this woeful cool night my moaning heart does sink,
In the sea of remote pleasure, woe and grief, It is my love part?



14. Ode to My Sister’s Birthday
1
O Angels of Heaven, come on earth with brightly heavenly clothes,
O Birds of Paradise, sing sweet, sweet songs, all pixies you do come,
At my sister’s Sara’s home with heavenly gifts and with solemn oaths,
Colored candles are burning here, no earthly being, all faces winsome,
Bring Eden rose garlands and bracelets of heavenly flowers, come soon,
All heavenly beings have come, no earthly being in it taking part,
Unveil heavenly beauty, open hair, sing and make heavenly dance,
Angels: the singers, dim lights of candles, earthly being’s breaking heart
The sight, a touching sight, dim lights, heavenly faces, slow music tune,
Murmur of the wings and clothes, God’s sent heavenly boon,
Angels, pixies and goddesses participate, the day glory to enhance,

2
Let no earthly being enter, let fall heavenly curtains all around,
Decorate birth-day chair, set the golden table for my sister Sara,
Set the cake on the birth-day table, o pixy spread wings on ground,
How cute looks my sister, ah! Wearing heavenly colored tiara,
The cake was cut the clapping if heavenly beings, with pixy knife,
Made from Manna and Honey, never taste it any earthly tongue,
Pixies and huris sings and dance, around my sister’s golden chair,
A heavenly sight on earth and all heavenly beings were young,
Before flying they leave blessings, and all pray for Sara’s life
May her life safe and sound on earth and always free of strife,
We pray for your life be full of blessings and with you our care

3
At the end, heavenly wine was served all of them turn by turn
Then my sister thanked for coming with gift all heavenly being,
All were happy with sister who succeeds their admirations to earn
But they said, wishes more and life shot, and our years are fleeing,
Flying to heaven all said we shall all join your holy marriage regale,
With heavenly blessings and cares, we shall drink you milk of paradise,
In a heavenly golden pot, that will give on earth forever delight,
And will be happy on your next year marriage all azure skies,
And pray for you holy fathers, and all earthly guests hail
To enhance your wedding-feast standing in an attractive trail,
We see falling from on your head, a bright dim heavenly light.



15. Ode to Nightingale
1
The queen of quietness and the princess of flowers,
You sing among the trees sitting all alone,
When you find nothing around you sing many a hours,
Knowing not what is a poor man’s groan,
Your locked throat opens always in dale,
Who listen to your notes? Flower, branches and trees,
What you sing none knows but voice full of sorrow
May be flowers judge your notes more than a man
Your locked throat unlocks in cool breeze,
I listen today your voice and will listen tomorrow,
But all sad men and women your voice fan

2
Listening to your winsome voice I do recall,
My Lady’s mood sleeping on her cozy bed,
Your charm full voice sleeps her I rise and fall,
Her negligence bows me down all day tears shed,
She sleep upsides down listening to your charming voice,
She is fond of your notes I curse your fairy song,
Leave her home-tree hone and do in a dale,
And spread sorrows there I do not like your noise,
Sing in the palace tree, and awake sleeping throng,
Among the trees sing o my poor nightingale

3
Your: charm full you sing always unseen
Discreet: the secret of charm, you know it well,
Therefore you sing among the trees all green,
Your throat locks if you hear poor’s groan,
Just like my Swan free of woe, full of pleasure,
Sleep: her nightingale, sleep her night charm,
You teach my Ladylove always sing and sleep,
All visits all fairy lands in sleeping in leisure,
And night dreams keep her all day warm,
You teach her sleeping and let the lover weep.



16. Ode to Twinkling Stars
1
I ponder over the twinkling stars the whole yester night,
All happy playing with the shining moon hide and seek,
And spreading all round the sky dim glowing light,
I saw the same sight again that I saw the last week,
Asking the cause the pleasure, said the one little star,
We see the moon sleeping on the earth on her bed,
Cute pony, pink lips, red nails, glowing and sleep eyes,
Looks like a Huri sleeps but away from you far,
Hidden from your eyes, her gimps above your head,
Looking at this earthly happy are all the skies

2
If I were the bright moon, shines on your pink breast,
If I were a cool breeze, crossing touching your soft cheek,
If I were a hair-flower, I do take rest on your chest,
If I were a red ring, wears your soft finger meek,
But I neither moon nor breeze, not hair-flower by a sad bard,
Thinks always in lone the stars enjoy my Lady’s grace,
My tantalizing heart cries, eyes weep with blood tears,
But my Swan away from, love grief bearing hard,
The stars shine, no woe, my Lady sleeps, no woe, I abase,
All loveless day and night O Lady I have to face

3
The stars more auspicious than me enjoy your beauty glaze,
From the skies and see your cute, cute, smiling face,
I weep here and see the stars mocking me with rays,
An dimple on your cheeks boosting your grace,
I, curse on, weep, in your love and delusive hopes,
Spend my life in dreams painful my poor soul,
Injures from the thorn of love, woes cry for aid
When I see the stars laughing, my poor heart mopes,
And fall senseless on the thorns of love and a yowl,
Heart bleeds , soul injures, more love price I paid



17. Ode to a Sparrow Couple
1
Yester morn I saw sparrow couple sitting on tree,
Fighting in the air , sometimes on the branch,
An attractive seen of fight, alas! I was in hurry,
Beak to beak fight, as The Romans Troy Launch,
While fighting chirping, babbling, and gabbling in air,
Their issues in the nest crying for water and food,
But they busy fighting, in erotic moon in cool air drift,
At last they sat on high branches finishing fight love affair,
In a twinkling of eye I saw them in amorous mood,
Tongue to tongue caressing finishing their love rift

2
Looking at this fierce erotic fight I remind my Swan’s combat,
Of yester night in display mood fight of words and phrase,
The whole her war with me, at the compassionate,
Then her ogling, anger on nose, love in eyes I amaze,
Her composed mind, her merciful eyes, her humble tongue,
I see her in dim moon light, looking a pixy of pixy land,
Red, red lips, colored nails, pink ring in finger and floating hair,
Touching knees, her tights, her T shirt body clung,
Her eyes shining as in the light dim light of moon, sand,
Of Norway beach, I cannot forget my Swan’s for  me care

3
O my Lady, o my Rose, love does never turn into hate,
Our love is special, unseen love its foundation is care,
Our love is full of love, trust and faith and makes our love great,
Fighting in love balances trust, and on me my Lady’s glare,
Like sparrow we do fight and anger forget soon,
My affection, swan’s passion, our never ending love,
Seen in flowers, in petals, in dove and in singing nightingale,
In summer days, our pious love starts in June,
More deep than the depth of sea, O My Ladylove,
All angels of heaven on earth our pious love do hail



18. Ode to Willful Love
1
I smell pride glimpse in your last pretty word “go”
It sadden my heart and soul it slains my being,
And my love dies with, you cruel, my love killer, Lo,
Our trust bond is broken, a doubt witch I am seeing,
Your changing mood that exposes what you think in lone,
My Sweet Lady, you leave me, but my words keep in mind,
And lock them in memory box. “Love is desire, the world, illusion”
To find a soul mate, but none to love you as flesh to bone,
Greed breaks trust cord, experience reveals, none to you kind,
I do find your true love here but it proves later delusion,

2
Recall one day you said, “Would that our love prosper on earth
Forever.” But my sweet Lady, what words are: soul power carrier,
Words expose secret conscious, words paint what you got on birth,
Greed cuts off soul link to soul and it is love main barrier,
Days will pass yours and mine, O Lady Days are flying,
Like flakes in high sky, none knows where they will “go”
But I know, you know we are surely going to utter ruin,
We change our intentions daily but our words are spying
Both, but looking glass show our face and will does not show,
All wise men know trust, hidden in words but not loon,

3
O sweet Lady, trust God’s blessings, trust: dignity of human life,
Trust synthetic cord of love, nut mistrust; enemy of love and mankind,
Trust; men’s and women’s soul property and its absence strife,
Trust; God’s and Adam’s link, and love to love it does bind,
You forget me, your right, but when the second love forgets you,
Come to me, sweet Lady, I will take you as you were the first
When this cruel and callous world leaves you, come to me,
When you have gathered in your heart grief and love woe,
Come to me I will give you pleasure, will restore your trust,
Will remind you my love, pious love, think, when you be free



19. Ode to Eagle Tamer
1
I do see an unseen cord between an eagle and its tamer,
I could not spy it with mundane eyes, really at all
I try most to see it, but failing efforts like a gamer,
In games loosing trust in judgment, and then sure fall
I wonder the eagle comes back to its owner with a chase,
And out before his owner taking prey in his toes,
And exposes his glee shouting and flapping his wings,
And sits on the tamer’s hand, releasing his astral rays,
Looking in his victory style, I wonder and amaze,
And wearing in his paws colored trust rings

2
I wonder and think why the eagle comes back by and by,
I think and think but fail, just a point comes in mind,
In the jungle shady tree I do peacefully spy,
What is middle point that both of them does bind
Then I unlock my third eye, and saw golden unseen cord,
Glimmering in the sky, more thin than hair, but strong like a rod,
Made of Astral Light, a synthetic essence of our purer soul
The foolish cannot see it, wise men keep in vision hoard,
And all great and small earthly things watch like God,
Nothing in the world, but rays travel north to South Pole


3
O my Swan, love nothing, its unseen cord is Astral Light,
That binds each object of earth, binds men to beast,
Where the cord is missing darkness will be there no light,
What is Astral Light? Trust light, you must know at least,
The miracle of astral light, trust that binds willful love trends,
Of our random thoughts, roaming doubt vales veiling,
In different shapes, as human beings’ wishes roam in mart,
The eagle will come to the tamer, nothing but trust, my friends,
It is absence from our soul in body duck prevailing
Trust is success, trust heaven key; trust God’s the first part



20. Ode to the Cuckoo
1
O Cuckoo! You sing daily early morn sitting in my home tree,
I am wont to listening to your charming voice in morn,
It prologs my rest, it makes, my sad heart happy in worry,
It is spring, your voice in the full swing, I your voice adorn,
You leave your nest in search of grain for two little issues,
And comes at noon to feed them with her little bill,
Then goes back and comes back to look after her hungry chaps,
Now they are grown up and their little wings they will use,
In search of food on earth, in trees, or on a high hill,
And both have learnt the art of how to avoid traps

2
Autumn is a head, I am afraid of its coming, ask, why?
It will the leaves and make your little nest bald,
No shade for you and your kiddies, and in vain your try,
You will need, on earth, for your safety, a fort walled,
I do not know when you will go leaving me all alone,
In which, your dwelling, or far away from my home,
Or beyond the sea, where there will be lush green trees,
But next I will not be able to listen to your lovely tone,
Listening to your voice in bushes, in trees, I will roam,
In search of you, when there will be spring, as on shore geese

3
My fears prove true; you left me alone like my lovely Rose,
Though there was no autumn in heart, love tree loaded with leaves,
Full of promise fruits, ripped and un-ripped, hanging in different pose
Of love and of bill and coo….but your absence me grieves,
Ah! What is promise? Nothing but woman’s lips wrapping in smile
Of silky cheeks, beaming lips and deceptive eyes, love gift,
For the lovers, who receive them gladly in park and hotels,
 A promise to live each other for forever, but intention vile,
The next day will be with other, the deceptive love second shift,
Of bill and coo with new dress and vigor, Ah! Avoid cheeky bells



21. Ode to Jumera Beech
1
I have come again on your sand among the bikinis and Devas
Playing in the blue gleeful waves, wet floating hair in airs,
Laughing faces around me, goading and ogling without pause,
Eyes embracing eyes, lips embracing lips, old and new affairs,
The waves erased the foot marks of Lady’s blonde feet,
But fresh in my memory, cannot be effaced by time and space,
Tome comes and goes but time in memory does not change
Same for all times like beyond the skies, I do great,
O Beech! Rubbing my Lady’s prints you dimmed her grace
Alas! I cannot on your sand any new love meeting arrange

2
She leaves me on woe thorns, heart bleeding and trembling feet
Eyes surveying for like her face but no one like my Lady,
Cuter faces I see there, but all smiling eyes deceit,
The new comers sitting with faithless eyes under trees, shady,
Beech birds happy, flying over the waves but I was sad,
Like a dying swan who unlocks, locked throat near death,
In sad voice says goodbye and welcomes other new state,
Like Sphinx burning turning into ash a new birth in glad,
Flapping her wings in glee pondering over her new birth
The Sphinx lives single throughout life without a mate,

3
Jumera Beech I will never, never see you in lie again,
Because reaching here I remind of my Lady’s foot marks,
Her laughing and kissing with me sitting on the main,
My heart weeps bitterly and you kindle my love sparks,
My past happy days, , full of love, present full of weal and woe,
My Swan not with me here, Flew away to other shore,
In search of new love, across the sea in a new love vale,
With a new mate who meet her in dream to make bill and coo,
And leaves me here in sorrows and suffering more,
Weeping in her memories, all day and night it does my face pale

  

22. Ode to Phoenix
1
Phoenix: adopted child of the sun, present since his creation,
Shimmering your feathers, golden bright and dazzling loo,
Made of fire, dwelling in desert, the sun and your strong relation,
You will live forever on earth, God has written in life book,
Looking at your beauty, the adopted you and prayed for you,
In these words; “You will live forever on earth.” my adopted son,
The Phoenix said, “I shall sing a song for you all alone.” In vales
Feeling tired living there, he flew to East; the sun rising place, woe
Starts for Phoenix, Years passed and Phoenix old, to be young his yearn
 “Sun, glorious sun, make me young and strong again.” Old age prevails

2
The ignored his voice, feeling sad he flew to his real birth place,
Crossing mountains, vales and seas, collecting myrrh, gum and cinnamon,
To make her nest, in it he lays a golden egg and sings on palm face
                         “Sun, glorious sun, make me young and strong again.”  In fine tone        ,
At that time the sun heard voice, a flame reached in his golden nest,
Nothing damages, but from Phoenix ash a new phoenix comes out,
Flapping his golden wings young and strong on the cinnamon barks,
And flew from there reaches in the desert just to take rest,
And sang; “I shall sing a song for you all alone.” And does shout
Then leaves the palm for a long journey crossing flying larks,

3
O Phoenix, you, fed up with the sun, and my Lady, fed up with me,
Ah! You flew to his dwelling place, alas! But where shall I dwell?
You made a nest on the palm tree, but I am in great, great worry,
Looking at all around me sorrows and sufferings, all earth is hell,
The sun heard your, pray, but my lovely Lady listen to me not
Talking to her turns her face, and throws my poor hands away
You sand for the sun, while I sing in verse my Lady’s praise,
Me seems, a doubt-witch has made against me a lurking plot,
You may cross high mountains and hills, but over not my sway,
Alas! She looks at me with killing eyes and sends anger rays



23. Ode to Canary
1
O sole bird with little cute wings, living in pair , Canary!,
Your voice, enchanting, dawn chorus, I, You appreciate,
You sing in lonesome, in pair beautifully like a fairy,
In pensive mood and all day and whole night to create,
The effect of joy in desert, with singing and dancing alone,
You express your sorrows and sufferings none listens to you,
And your sad winsome songs in moon light in pair,
None to watch, none to listen, you sing our moan,
Your sorrowful songs, full of woe, not bill and coo,
But alas! None to praise in desert, none to make cares,

2
Canary, your songs sorrowful, you know not what tears,
You sings in lone, but I do weep on my poor fate,
None listens to you, my Lady listens me not, my tears,
Appear in my poor eyes, my pains are than you great,
Loneliness bites you and me bites my sweet Rose,
We both express our sorrows in solitary dales and vales,
Where no human being, but tree, hills and water lakes,
In such place we sad and sad, but pappy primrose
When your throat tires, silent but my heart bitterly wails,
Falling in the fit of woe, falling on me white flakes

3
O Canary stop singing, I stop making wail and woe,
Come in my garden, none listen to you, none listen to me,
Let us befriend, both sole fans, none will make us poo,
None will hate us, and we will live here freely,
The world: full of sorrows and sufferings, gives us grief,
They ignore feelings and emotions take us as stones,
They kick us as waves to the boulders on the shore,
This cruel, callous and jealous world woe gives in brief,
Ah! My Lady heavy sorrows have melted my all bones,
At last, I will die, you be happy, give woe more and more



24. Ode to Rain Falling
1
O gentle rain with cool breeze, from where you here arrive,
I think, from the north crossing mountains and dales,
O gentle you come here, but my poor heart and soul I strive,
To forget sorrows and sufferings, but in doing so my heart fails,
O gentle rain, go and fall in my Lady’s lawn where she waits,
For you with cool breeze, go there but with gentle breeze,
Make hr mood happy, and turn her sad heart into glee,
Alas! When I write on her beauty, I do not know why she hates,
Ad make understand her, and her dying beauty do increase,
Her blunt wit, her thought flight and her o gentle rain you free,

2
O gentle cool breeze do not hover my head, I more sad
I do not feel your presence, poor heart sinking in sorrows,
Unknown hurting pains, without cause, around me all glad,
I saw flying singing crows and kites, and frisking sparrows,
I ponder over the moon, but appears, an image in my mind
My be my Lady sad, hoes and wishes belonging to future years
Hopes: Trust in God, hope: fear of God, Hopes to God men bind,
Dreams break, emotions die, thoughts fail, and none can hopes steal
May God my Lady be prosper in future, these are my fears.

3
Gloom, nothing, but our dying wishes, like a jungle tiny rose,
That grows and dies, these our wishes appear in heart and die,
No way to fulfill them, they die, but anon within our heart grows
Again in hope soil, but die and again grow and die but fie
On our Fate, that inverts our plans and our efforts in vain,
But again from hope soil its seed sprouts and day by day,
Grows taller and taller, watering it with water of hope,
What is hope? A link to God, dying hopes join us again,
Now men come to know, dying wishes turn to hope ray
Day: deceit, Dream: reality, and that teaches us how to rope



25. Ode to Sadness
1
O Sadness! Why you enter into my poor spirit like poison,
Makes my whole body tire and injure, like hot iron billy,
Bleeding every part of body, from burnt smoke rising to horizon,
Due to wail and woe dying wishes in love, my Lady, chilly.
When sensual passions awake, like growing flowers in spring time,
Until we remain in fantasy, and when we arise from dream life,
Wishes disappear like spirits listening to the voice of dawn,
O God! Life; fate slave, to follow wishes in fate world crime,
What we think, our right, what is written, none knows glee or strife,
Life realities are hard, beyond our thoughts, always haunt

2
Today, dim sunlight in the sky, light rain falling with cool flow,
Shining trees, flowers, birds, fluttering wings in halls,
Flying birds and swans in cool breeze, on the sea light glow,
The sky full of twittering birds, some sitting on trees some on walls
Fresh cool slide coming from heaven, touching my glorious face
Humming birds singing on tree, fascinating sight for heart and eyes
Geese, swans, ducks, seagulls, swimming in the blue water of sea,
Waves throwing snails and pearls to shore. A heavenly grace,
Kids roaming on the sans with moms, their laughing cries,
Over their heads hovering larks and tiny birds freely

3
But I sad: before my eyes dancing, all heavenly sights,
My heart weeps, eyes throw out tears sadly a bit warm,
My Swan flew to other shore leaving me alone in day light
I saw her flying over the sea waves feeling air charm,
O Lady when heart sad, heaven turns into hell, anon
Wishes die, might fails, unknown appears in head,
Darkness before eyes, body numb and no wish to live,
Fate laughs at me sitting in the skies, fail without canon,
Warm tears fall from poor eyes, and turn into red,
Ah! What we think is refuted fate does not ready to give


  
26. Ode to Veery
1
O tiny Veery, your throat, not a throat but a voice changer,
Producing sound, imitating it, you change your voice pitch,
Like a child who lost his way and away from his home ranger,
Or in a dark jungle, to frighten men changes her cries a witch
You, an expert musician, that changes tone according to situation,
Or a liar who changes his talks time to time men to deceive,
Or like a women’s heart that changes desires while window shopping,
You never produce the same sound, men fall in hallucination,
Where you sing and what you sing, men cannot perceive,
Like a spirit you sing in lonesome, as Medline’s eloping,

2
What do you sing? I do not know, but the changing sounds expose,
 Your life aim, nothing, but the imitation of your thrilling voice,
As my Lady does, her mood changes, anon, like cute rainbows,
Who changes her moon like song birds, and she does rejoice.
O Veery! Your imitating changing tone does not hurt listeners,
But my Lady’s varying mood, gives me grief day and dusk,
My heart seep with sad eyes, bit me bitterly her memories,
I do not live and live, an a corpse, like death prisoners,
Her reminiscences; injure me and burns heart like husk,
Weeping and sleeping, o Veery! Does not lesson my worries,

3
O Veery! Do not imitate your voice, but sing my sad sighs,
Dying wishes, old woes, new grief daily given to me.
By my Lady day and night, tell me how can I do rise?
Standing up with ado and falls like an injured Veery,
From the tree of false promise, I bleed anon, none to sustain,
As someone dies in desert, with heat and without life fluid
Around me the heat of lies, parching tongue and alone dying,
Come, O Veery! Come; bring water and sweet jungle food,
So, O Veery! Go and tell my Lady, I, here, you there flying



27. Ode to Malabar Whistling Thrush
1
Your musical, soft and sensual sound I heard in thick wild
Last night, full mystical and thrilling voice singing on a high tree,
In jovial mood, fresh air, azure sky and rainbow dim light,
Spreading around the sky, but your song lessening not my worry,
What do ail you, o soul? A pain without a cause I do feel
Think, think and more think, but fail to trace out the cause,
I find no reason, while nothing on this earth without reason,
May be repenting of past days or may be present woe does not heal,
I recall my love days, my Lady’s flying hair but in pain no pause,
Darting pain like wave circles, or against my glee fate treason

2
To dissolve my causeless pain, ponder over your mystical voice,
Your singing always in lone, but you and eve shadows,
Your thrilling, sensual and shouting tone, of past days spice,
Reminding me in lonesome, I seem, you singing my sorrows,
Your throat changing music, your high pitched song, of my pain,
Cause you sing worldly woes and grief in soft and sensuous tone,
But you unknown to mundane pains of people turn your eyes,
No pain marks in your changing tone, but a touching strain,
Making fresh the listeners’ woes, who on woe thorn groan?
Sitting among their fellows, helpless in lone with their cries

3
Bird, singing, bird, sing louder and louder in enchanting sound,
My soul dissolving in a fit, recalling all past sweet days,
All night sitting with my Lady, in moon light on rose ground,
Her floating hair, her red soft lips, her silky, silky cheeks glaze
But, sudden stop singing, and it breaks my sweet dream
When I see gain around me, find, sorrows, and sufferings and fret,
Smiling at my helpless state, I look at them with happy face,
All my dying wishes, failing, due to Cruel Fate, me seem
O Fate! You merciless, callous and jealous and the poor threat,
You traitor and you support on earth the rich at every pace

  

28. Ode to Koel
1
My heart broods, brood parasite, listening to you in leafy foliage,
Sitting among the trees singing, prophesying rain, rain and rain,
The poor’s foe, the rich joy, in vale, dale and sing on desert ridge,
Birds hide in nests, mud made houses dissolve, all efforts in vain,
What show your crimson eyes, short wings and a long, long tail,
Your sober brown plumage with olive gloss and pale green feather,
Body grey with white chest, grey legs and grey strong beak,
Pondering over the voice of Kooo Oooo reveals a bird of vale,
You know not three seasons but sing only in spring weather,
You sing in leaves, among the trees, the hunter cannot you seek.

2
Tell me by singing, why you lay your eggs in the nest of crow,
Crow your kids foster parents, and you the clever crow swindle,
In a better way, but their issues come to you when they grow,
You the step mother of your race, so you mother love do dwindle,
Therefore, you produce all day the sound of Kic, Kic, and Kic,
You mock at the crow wit sitting among the shining green trees,
You fly not in air, but sit and sleep all day in her soft cozy nest
Eating, singing and sleeping, tour favorite jobs, I think you sick,
You, your slave, and sing near the arrival of the monsoon breeze,
Neither you nurse your kids nor you feed them on earth you pest.

3
O Koel! From where you learnt this art of laying eggs in cow nest,
You work shirker like my Lady, who all day sleeps, her charm,
Sleep her life; sleep her aim, and delusive hopes put her to rest,
On the cozy bed, invert sleeping makes her cold blood warm
O Koel! Make your nest in my lawn tree, you and my Lady, sing,
In fine weather in loud voice, and both feel more summer heat,
You awake when be hungry like my Swan otherwise both sleep.
Like red ruby eyes, come and see my Lady’s nails, and red ring,
Makes her cuter like your singing, people welcome your music beat,
You looking at the hunter among the trees here and there creep



29. Ode to Statue
1
Last night, I saw a statue standing in my gleeful hart palace,
All alone among the flowers, with a smiling face and talking eyes,
I tried to sense it, but fail who is this? At last I put forward my pace,
And reached near here, as I can, the sculptor made it immortalize,
Red cheeks, soft lips, long nose, almond eyes, and flying silky hair,
But when I watched her with heart eye, it was my Lady, standing still,
Like a Roman statue wearing Eden garb, hue, full light pink green,
And ring in her finger, light green nails, decorated with care,
Long healed shows of pearls, shining gems on it from heavenly rill
Colored bangles jingling break the silence of heart garden seen.

2
I wondered, why does she not move? But stood like fort wall,
Shining in moon lit as thrown pearls on a silent cute shore,
I talked to her, but no answer, again I talked to her, o my cute pall,
But no answer, I request her to speak, but said this, no more,
“I have drunk love poison that turns my body into a talking stone,
Except my eyes and tongue, neither I move nor sit, standing say,
What I say looking at you far away, my joys are no bound, my soul,
But fail to reach you, bit at once I released, my love rays in lone,
Reaching touching your heart, then my locked lips open to pray,
For our love to God, then get silence, when I think you my goal,

3
I asked her, “Who gave you love poison? She replied me soon,
“None, I myself, drank it knowingly, so that none could touch me
My heart, my soul, my lips, my cheeks, my eyes, all are for you boon,
When I will be free of time clutches, I know how to dissolve it easily,
I requested the princess of Pixy Land, to award me golden wings,
To fly to you from here, sitting on love chariot with golden wheels,
Bridles made of gold and silver, my white power horse flying to,
Your palace, will reach soon, she promised me to give magic rings,
None can see you flying to your love palace with heavenly meals,
Reaching there will make on the Norway beech JS bill and coo.”




30. Ode to Fairy Child
1
Watching my Lady’s pic at wee hour, I fell in a trance fit
And reached in fairyland, the princess sat on a throne of gold,
In crimson garb, around her toddlers, fails my wonderful wit,
Babies teeth floor and walls all white, all young not any old,
  I saw around her throne playing cute toddlers and cute babies,
Which they stole, bowing the Princess, I show her a toddler pic,
Staring at the pic anon she said, “Sileni stole it from a lawn,
 Of a garden, her mom left her in cradle to sleep, but she sees,
Her glowing cheeks, wiled eyes, Sileni stole her she was sic,
She wept not, sleep all day, and awoke at the coming dawn,”

2
She asked me, “What is she to you?”I said, “My childhood fiancĂ©e.”
At this she smiled and said, “Her mom has died she was my niece,
Who told me, she was her adopted child, she will never marry, “
I asked her; tell me, “How to bind her in wedlock with peace?”
She said, “Sometimes I fed her, and bit my nipples, a naughty girl,
On growing up Sileni put back in her cradle, in a dark wintry night,
Due to all day invert sleeping, against fairy sleep laws as well,
And beat with her hand all toddlers and babies all day like churl,
Sometime here flying, sometime there flying, once, she does me bite,
I love her almond eyes just like my baby, I called her a princess belle,”

3
I asked her, “How to persuade her to marry, my queen of fairyland?”
She smiled and said, “Sileni gave her to eat pure mountain honey,
She daily licked honey happily, now you do take the silver sand,
Of fairyland and honey in a gold vial and gave her in the eve sunny,
While sleeping pour three drops in her moth in the eve at fixed time,
And its magical effect in her veins will effect within seven days
And take her birth baby ash in a vial; throw it on her cozy bed,
She will sleep for a long time and awaking she will feel lime,
In her mouth and will forget fairy taste in mysterious ways,
Then she within years will marry act upon what I have said



31. Ode to Talking Statues
1
While crossing vale, my eyes catches sight of a cute girl dinging,
Looking to the sky sighing standing on a green, green, floor,
I hear silently from a furlong, her red, red bangles’ ringing,
In moon light rays falling on her glowing face more and more,
When I start walking, she anon to me turns her glowing face
Her dazzling beauty dazzles me and I close my eyes stand still,
She puts her hand on my front; I turn into a marble stone,
I can move not, but hear, see and talk with manly grace,
She gave me a honey bread to eat, from her window sill,
What I see in eve cannot believe, my poor heart does groan,

2
One day she falls ill, I cure her with sweet pixy Rowan roots,
When her trust restores to me, she took me to her white palace,
Where I see talking statutes all wearing magical red boots,
They all said in low voice this pixy is more cruel and callous.
At last she sleeps; I visit her whole and sis on her cozy bed,
Forgetting my past, parents and friends, I also sleep within moes
I see a dream, most horrible dream of my life, you do believe,
I believe, she is a shape shifting being, gives honey to eat bread,
Captures cute faces anon, now here useless are all your rues,
Kissing them she turns all men into talking statues through a sieve,

3
When I wake up sudden she was standing on my dreamful side,
Says me what you see the dream is truth and the whole truth,
Standing up she hugs me tightly, and throws me on her bed aside,
What she does is kept secret, but gives me pulling out of shoes,
A carbuncle, then she converts me into a dove, and leaves me in air
And says after one hour its spell expires you will be real human being,
When you want me, put this carbuncle under the full moon rays,
And say, “Come Swan Pixy, Come,” Sure I will be anon there,
Many times it proves true, but today I am not her arrival seeing,
I see a dream, she is ill, I kiss her, she cures, open eyes how I amaze

  

32. Ode to Atargatis
1
Ah! On the wing of vision chariot, I reach on the Syrian pool,
Where Atargatis takes bath, to change herself into a mermaid,
She dives into the pool, but just her down body, pool water cool,
Unbearable, changes into fish, upper woman, with the pool aid,
Altargatis: A cute girl with long hair and eyes wild like fawn,
Silky thigh, soft lips, glowing cheeks and long light green nails,
Dazzling eyes with shape shifting color like morning red rose,
A perfect Sea Nymph, people call her Maerrow, She in lawn.
Sitting reading about mermaids, a famous book of fairy tales,
Being a mermaid she wishes and to the magic lake she goes,

2
She dives into the pool but just her waist down into a cute fish,
Upper part remains the same, because she comes out of it soon,
And she could not touch the bottom, thus unfulfilled her wish
She could not reach sits on the brink and starts in lone to croon,
She never married and spends her all life in pool and on brink,
All day sleep and sing in dream mermaid songs, in sleep, sound
When cool breeze touches her cheeks, awakes and goes in lake,
She swims alone and sings alone, but in water sleeps at wink,
But sometimes weeps recalling her love in deep water ground,
She cannot walk but swims, she does it for her vain will sake,

3
Once I met her showing see bottom flower on my sift palm,
Taking it she bows me and fell in my love forever, forever,
She all day sleeps, all night swims, I do await her with calm,
One day she kisses me and goes to swim but comes back never,
Now I do wait for her, sitting all lone on the fairy pool verge
Nothing to eat and drink and nothing to think but her face,
That I pine with her true love, I do not know where she has lost,
Ten years have passed she did not come like a stormy sea surge,
O God! Change me into a fish, my love in Sleep Lake to trace,
Or send for me from Heaven to find her being a water ghost



33. Ode to Sarakiniko
1
O cute Silver Swan flying over the beach of golden sand,
Shining and mysteries pearls in cataract sees the flying Swan,
The most enchanting place for rest, the Swan does there land,
Taking bath in waterfall, sits to dry wings like a sea prawn,
His eyes catch sight Leda taking bath lying on the beach,
Ignoring all men and birds around her falling in sleep,
The golden waves coming touching her soft heavenly feet,
Looking at the sleepy Leda, the Swan does here reach,
Sits beside her golden hair, spreading on the sandy heap,
To get protection from eagle pursuing Leda does him greet,

2
Leda takes the Swan in arms, covers him with golden hair,
Finding cute his singing bill, his long neck touching her breast,
And beak touching her eyes, from here starts their love affair,
The Swan seduces Leda in arms after having a long rest,
Putting his neck on her breasts slept for a long, long time,
Then shape shifting Swan appears in Zeus form in her arms,
Leda gets loaded belly, and gives birth my Silver Swan,
And Helen, twin sisters, daughters of Leda in spring time,
Helen destroys the whole Troy; my Swan snatches my charm,
Floating hair sprinkling dews, from her hair sitting in lawn,

3
Oh Golden Sarakiniko Beach the Trogons ill never forget you,
Cause the birth of Helen, I thank for the golden sandy beach,
That gives my silver swan, Helen sister for bill and coo,
In lone of the sadness beach, Leda came, her daughter to teach,
Med her saucy tongue and coquets giving woes on annual day,
Her teasing tongue and thoughts, her cute face and grace,
Make her proud than more Helen, and her goading taking eyes
Increases my sorrows, I request you standing on the bay
But you leave the world forever, behind you a print copy grace
Kills me , kills me by her tongue, Leda! Listen to my cries,



34. Ode to Rowan Tree
1
Oh! Mountain ash, Oh! Witches wood and Oh! Delight of Eye
Berry full in winter season, fairies and witches resting place,
All planets your issues, shady branches talking to the sky,
Protecting from the evils of witches and fairies, stopping pace
Under your shades, cows, horses and travelers sit to rest,
You protect them from the evil charms of fairies and witches,
Binding red thread around wrist and women necklace make,
Spindle wheels are made of it, and you pride of mountain crest
Healing body sickness touching your barks failing all riches
Sleepers under your shades, early in the morn sensible awake.

2
Wonder charm in your berry if someone does eat one its fruit
Becomes drunk, but the eater eats one and one at a time
Lives hundred years on earth, more powerful it heavenly root,
But blessed are those who on the mountain tops daily prime
Ah! If someone does eat your red berry third time in a day
He will be young again if old, and will be of thirty years,
The birds that eat your berries, live long on mountain height
And fly to heaven untiringly, crossing space and time with gay,
No death to red berry eaters, they all unknown to death tears,
More powerful their wings, bills and in claws never failing might.

3
O Rowan! You grow on the mountain top away from my Swan,
O Sharvan! you, take my Lady’s soul, under the Rowan Tree!
And let her eat three red berries, yea! Take her, I do pawn,
Kiss day and night be young for and be free of worry,
Her staying under Rowan Tree saves her from all evil eyes,
Our love is holy on earth it must remain always on earth,
If my lady be young forever for kissing hectic cheeks and lips,
Her essence will transfer to my body thought kissing sighs,
Then we will be young again as in winter coals in hearth,
But alas! I will kiss my Lady’s lurking parts in sound kips



35. Ode to Dying Love
1
When love starts dying warm tears roll down on cheeks,
Murmuring lips, trembling voice, tongue dries at the root,
Heat weeps like a three years child with sighs and shrieks,
Lonesome bites like chilly winter and sorrows my love hoot,
Tearing pain in heart and losing sight of eyes every night,
Emotions weep and reason laughs, at your crooked choice,
Ah! That leaves you anon in sorrows and suffering dale,
To die in quest of love standing away laughing in plight,
With shape shifting being, no answer calling her thrice,
Dying love dies in desert when disloyalty dusks prevail

2
When love starts dying tears fall and make pillow wet,
Sighs, sobs and tears listen to all night birds and stars,
Laughing at faithless love, no glee by pain and fret,
And injurious human love more than earthly fatal wars,
Tears dry in eyes and hot passions die when love dies,
All day eyes full salts, all night rears fall down like rain,
Wet pillow and bed, none to see and none to console
Woe and wail: Love reward, heaven cleaves my cries,
The body falls on bed like dead and all joints with pain,
But when eyes open all around me darkness full of dole;

3
When love starts dying my Lay sleeps spreading arms,
Free of all woes and grief, breaking heart, plucking eyes,
O my love when you die, finish, all heart and eyes charms,
Hollow cheeks, sunken eyes, trembling feet when I rise,
Ah! Your issues are blind, cannot peep in lovers’ heart,
Hell of dole and dole, injured dying desires all around,
But goddess of love walking on the, with her painted art,
Oh! My Lady crushes my injured heart with smile cart,
Bleeding all around on earth, as a rabbit torn by a hound,
When love dies, my Lady slays my love with sleeping dart



36. Ode to Graveyard
1
Oh peaceful and silent graveyard, made of marble stones,
Silence ruling everywhere sitting on tall Cypress trees,
Day Lilies, Coral Belle, and Bleeding Heart and Cinnamons
All standing down head bows, Benu, Anzu and cute Boobries
All sad sitting on sad trees long and long standing rows,
Of white marble stones, all around green grass is seen,
Nightjar, Owls, Sparrows and searching food on floor,
Sedum, Fairy Rose, Ajuja, and under Thyme petals of rose
A perfect silence for meditation, and all cute birds serene,
Coming to cemetery hearse following none behind the door

2
Looking at Love Cadaver, All birds come down from walls
And circle the Love Cadaver wing to wing and bill to bill stand
Weeping over my love death, at last wise bird Boobrie calls,
For the Hoopoe to dig a tiny grave for gorgeous and grand,
Before burial Love Cadaver, seen to all bird trees and flowers,
All weeping watching love death eyes plucked, heat bleeding still
Lips burnt with false kissing, and face glow like burnt smoke,
Love dead body, wrapped in rose petals in crucial hours,
Putting Cypress leaves on grave looks like a red, red hill
All pray for dead love with sobs and sighs sitting on rock,

3
Then I weep over my Love Grave birds crying over my head,
Crying in their voices and consoling me flapping wings,
For shadow flying over head to meet my hunger give bread
And all gather on the grave, and pretty Dove thus sings,
Love: a flower that withers with heat of hate on earth,
Love: a cute shady tree in which sit tired human being
Love: soul to soul linker and its binder is promise cord,
Love: a smile, love a trust, but it burns in lie hearth,
Love: a child smile, love women’s grace but love is fleeing,
Those are happy on earth who for old age youth love do hoard
  


37. Ode to Cock and Crow
1
O Cock@ You terror of solar spirit and lion with five strong toes,
Eating earthworms and minced meat and fond sex with long tail,
I saw more while crossing a village all standing crowing in rows,
You scrape the ground to search food with his strong forked nail,
After mating you walk a royal duke three claws back you keep,
And two on front, for graceful walk before your spouse and sings,
A mating song in an enchanting voice to call for his tiny issues,
To the ground of grain to eat insects of soft earth people reap,
And calls all his hen wives through crowing and flapping wings
While drinking water he raising his head up removing hens’ woes

2
O Black feet and black feathers crow with silver light, light spot,
Corn field, garden and scrape, your beat food source tearing cobs,
With his long strong bill, you forever friend of farmers, you taught,
Your children how to eat June Bugs, weevils swiftly among mobs,
You attracting your mate flying in circle, in cool, cool breezy air,
Once you mate, you never leave spouse till death at any rate,
To build home you collect moss, feather, grass twigs and stitch,
You more clever than pigeons, sparrows and geese and you dare,
 To snatch bread and meat from children’s hand older do hate,
None can trap you calling his kids by calling at the highest pitch.

3
  O Cock! Listening to your shrill call your issues at once come,
O Clever Crow! Your Caw, Caw, Caw calls for other crow,
Both made loud shrieks for food source here, come here come,
Then come flying in circle with mates happily in dancing row
But my Lady listens to me not and turns her cute face away,
O Cock and Crow! You happy and lucky you support issues,
All gather at one call come flying dancing to enjoy family food,
You are happy than me in loving mate but I am on earth not gay,
What is in your call? What do you say? My calls give me woes,
Her sleeping day and night and teases me her chameleon mood

  

38. Ode to Mountain Garden
1
Once I upset reaching in garden full flowers on mountain top,
I sit on pew all alone, chirping birds playing all around me,
Flying here and there over my head and mountain goats crop,
I sitting there with no interest, keeping in mind woes and worry,
Busy thinking birds’ twittering over my head cuckoos and dove
Nightingale, hoopoe, nightjar, and thousands of peeping larks,
Making me happy but no avail, my poor sad heart remains sad,
Ran comes, rainbow comes, clouds come and when I see above,
Cute, cute tiny piping birds over my head like playing sharks,
Mountain butter flies dancing over flowers but I am not glad.

2
Al last I hear parrot’s and Meena’s talking sitting by my side,
Saying each other, “Smell bearing flowers, chittering birds in sky,
Stupefying cool breeze, coming from heaven, the garden wide,
But this stranger in our land, sitting sad and heart releasing sigh,
Sleepy eyes, heavy eyelids, murmuring lips and trembling fingers
Words blend of sobs and sighs, tears rolling down swiftly like rain,
Some heavy pain and woes in heart reflecting on sad, sad face,
Face: mirror of all types of thoughts, woes over my head lingers,
Slowly, and slowly my heart, health, my mind all have slain,
Now a statue of bone standing in museum with impressing grace

3
I try to mitigate my grief, but fail, I recall my all glorious days,
My stay at Swat with my love, my loitering on road all alone,
Among high mountains, falling from the stars golden rays,
Shining pearls in lake, running water in river, heart does moan
Now I turn to hope a ray of happiness, in dreary and dark world,
Good glorious days will come in life I leave the place in eve,
With this hope bad days teaching realities of jealous world,
Hidden in false promises of friends and foes, as yeast in curd
Love: trust, but ladylove: mistrust, both to poor men grieve,
Thus in pursuing false glee, in love men live full of strife



39. Ode to Happy Days
1
Glorious happy days, where have you flown from this globe?
Which guise you take, which garb you wear, where your stay?
A voice, comes, “I am where you leave me people my dress rob,
And wear me tattered modern dress and leave me alone in fray,
Now I sit at the city streets and in parks carrying a begging pot,
Wrinkled face, sunken eyes and cheeks, among jealous mass,
Tears float in eyes, falling down to ground crossing cheeks,
Naked feet without home, sleeping on footpaths, my lot,
Passersby watch me keenly and none recognizes me, alas!
Roaming all over the world, have passed thousands of weeks,

2
I meet near a heap pile a long neared man, with ruby red eyes,
Filthy face, tattered dress and lean body none will stop there,
But unwillingly I do stop there, looking at me he sees to sky,
I ask his good name, on asking his name he smiles with acre,
He said, “My name, Past Happy Days, people throw me sway,
Fro their homes considering me old neither can walk nor talk,
My sons disregard me, and leave me in jungle lonesome path,
But I see the fall of modern age soon, my eyes and I do say,
Very soon waiting for that heavenly moment when I do stalk,
Like royal king among my sons, full glee and free of worry

3
I recall when I was young, my age free of cheat and deceit,
Happiness ruling all around, civilized men, women and child,
Simple dress, simple food, evening gathering with birds’ beat,
No killing no looting, no fear of dacoit whether be city or wild,
Yea! I do see a tiny comet very bright, in the sky at wee hour,
Surely the symbol of past glory will restore on earth very soon,
I see its rays falling on earth, influencing earth and human being,
Tea! Everything turns to its root, great or small, plants or flower,
But the foolish call on earth happiness all modern walking ruin,
Now go, you, go, the evening is coming and the day is fleeing

  

40. Ode to Sleeper
1
Cool breeze running like horse, at the four corners of globe,
Wandering black clouds in sky, thunder light in gentle noon,
Fast gliding air, Throwing trees down with roots, leaves sob,
Like injured in lone crying with pain, dark and dreary moon,
After sometime weather fine, chittering birds come out of dens
What beats, what birds, all living like friends in dark forest,
But spreading dim light of soul all around, sand-particles bright,
In day light like pearls of a queen crown, black flying ravens,
Free of fear full atmosphere, cool breeze, gentle rain for rest,
All around sinning birds, piping koel, and on a tree sitting kite

2
I see swans sitting alone on sea shore, with down heads, sad,
Why lone? All in pairs, either their female die or sleeping in,
Nests, ignoring fine weather, partners, busy sleeping wade,
Stone hearted, jealous of weather, dreamers shun from din,
Eyes deprive of lovely sights, ears bereave of hearing songs,
Of birds, caroling in caroling breeze flying in circle with mate,
Diving sharks and swimming fishes, cute kids sitting on beach
But sleepers sleep divesting eyes, and ears from lovely songs,
Of holy church standing on the rock, all alone what a fate!
None on beach but a few kids, with their moms and a peach,

3
I see my Lady’s eyes and ears depriving from lovely sights,
Of fine weather with chittering birds, coo; breeze light rain,
But she sleeps invert, cursing eyes and ears, all day and night,
Teasing and squeezing child’s toys, oh my God what a pain,
My Lady, per blind, cannot see in day light, like owl and bat,
All day sleep and all night awake, night dream, a pure lie,
Day dream, whole truth, pure truth, free of lie, like pure gold,
But a few know this secret, as how sees in dreary night a cat,
Day dream always comes true, yea, like judgment day,
 Night dream deceives the dreamer, as blanket in winter cold



41. Ode to Cool Breeze
1
O cool breeze, go away from me, go where people be glad,
On beaches, in parks, in gardens, and in full of birds vales,
Where twittering birds twitter with mates, with glee all mad,
Mother birds feeding kids, enjoying weather all flying males,
Go in palaces and pros’ villas where belles sitting before glass,
For next night game and king ready for lustful foreign trip,
With friends, ready, to welcome belles standing at the port,
To waste country wealth for lust hiding their being from mass,
Go into belles’ room, sleeping in lovers’ arm awake from kip,
Waiting lovers anxiously, some in garden and some in court

2
O cool breeze make happy the tired with day and night toil,
Make fresh the workers all day in cold cozy offices do sit,
Doing nothing but waste of time standing outside on soil,
Yea! Make happy all the writers, who sell the wealth of wit,
O cool breeze make happy the cutes waiting for lovers in park,
In see through dresses, the visitors’ the bachelor’s paradise,
Old men’s eyes calm, belles’ purse treasure and lovers’ ruin,
Make fresh singing birds of night that always sing in dark,
Go away from, I with, wail and woe burden fall and rise,
Useless for me o cool breeze, your music and birds’ croon

3
O cruel breeze, don’t touch my cheeks, and leave me alone
The more you happy, the more I am sad, my heart full of pain,
Bleeding heart with time crooked dart pain in joints and bone,
Woes and grief falling on me, ah! Like black heavy rain,
What a fate/ nothing, but chance and a game of cruel time,
Making some rising, some falling, more hard time cruel paw,
I do not know to whom it supports, I think, corrupt and fool,
Go away from me, yea, go where people commit night crime,
Go where on the mountain tops, where corruption, no law,
To crush wit and the conscious of the young, my country rule



42. Ode to Bleeding Heart
1
O bleeding heart none can see your sobs, sighs and tears,
I see and feel your weeping and wailing and bleeding harm,
People have shut spiritual eyes and greed goggle wears,
My cheeks, my chin and my lips, all full of blood, warm,
I see men and women passing a beggar sitting on the path,
Paying no attention to him, all busying thinking straight,
Running to homes with edibles, carrying in skinny hands,
I think, the world is cruel and callous, eyes full of wrath,
Finding rest in cozy rooms, the needy standing at the gate,
None comes, none goes, night comes to the needy disbands.

2
Tearful eyes and bleeding heart sees all but curses cruel fate,
As browning says, “God is in Heaven, all is well.” not right,
God: missing from Heaven, all is not well on earth I await,
When God sits on His Golden Thrown with glory and might,
But fare laughing at the poor’s fate, sitting on her silver seat,
Like a scarecrow to frighten the innocent birds in green farm,
When the poor wishes die, yea! Fate laughs, turning her face
And changes her shape into a golden eagle that bows to greet,
His owner sitting on his hand crying the sight full of charm,
Then the eagle is left free in the sky: the joy birds to trace

3
O weeping heart with sobs and sighs, useless, the world blind,
 It sees in dark not in light, like an owl and a flying bat sees,
Better in dark and dreary night, and none to the needy kind,
Fate, you, jealous, the poor’s increasing problem and worries
Darkness: what it shows? Nothing but corruption of minds,
Absence of light, darkness, nothing, but people limited range
Of thinking, recall today’s charm and ignoring coming days
The linker, love, missing on the globe, that men’s binds,
My third eye sees, heart weeps, and failing wishes derange,
Human mind, body and thinking power and its heavenly rays



43. Ode to Thai Belle
1
O Thai Belle you standing all alone, on beach watching sky,
Spreading half on and half on breast, wearing bikini garb,
Calling for her friend, your voice echoing like a koel’s cry,
Ah none pretty than your face, your colored diamond barb
Near you swimming swans, over head flying chirping larks,
Playing ducks on waves, and creeping on the beach soil,
Falling rain drop by drop, like my heart bleeding on shore,
I watch your dancing keenly, eyes releasing love sparks
Blank eyes roaming here and there but lonesome hails,
My heart weeping looking at this site more and more

2
O Belle, do not come here, when old men enjoy leisure,
Your dress and glowing cheeks, old men’s heart tease,
Old men recall past golden days full of youth pleasure,
Watching your beauty their emotions and feeling appease,
Their hearts and eyes sad, tearful eyes pleasures destroy,
Eyes weep and blood falls from sad eyes, alas! Ruminate,
Old men’s pleasures end watching your grace causes pain,
They reach in golden age of youth, when everywhere joys,
Unknown to pain, woes and worries, on sand creeping snails,
Working day and night like sparrows, yea, with active brain

3
Youth: the dress of old age, with the passage of time tatters,
No changing, no mending, then wears full of wrinkled shroud,
A new man with new skin dress, with old age new matters,
Blunt thought, crooked gait, trembling hands like a scarecrow,
Youth: the slave of passions, old age the slave of lone greed,
Increasing wishes, sad heart, feeble steps and lonesome bites
Air throwing mouth, like skeleton fingers, on face sunken balls,
Sullen cheeks, full of wrinkled forehead, alas! None to feed,
A burden on earth and issues, and free of all human rights,
Bit by bit, youth crawls to old age, old age to dearth crawls



44. Ode to Fate
1
O Fate! Where do you live? Tell me, in hut or palace,
The poor search for your being in North and South,
But in vain, ignoring the poor, you are more callous,
You, slave of time, and fan of foolish, idle and couth,
Yea! I see your sitting proudly on the whore’s cheeks,
Playing with her breast and resting under her long hair,
You dark night queen and day sleeper in her cozy lair,
Your staying with whore and corrupt, your mind freak,
You free of all natural laws and beauty your fine snare,
Made of synthetic golden thread, binding money affair

2
Why do you live palace? Tell, what the reason behind,
Or you are born for them, your name just for poor delight,
Pretty women your chums, but the kind you to unkind,
You hate huts and like palaces, you dark night palace light,
The poor awaiting you, youth turns into a wrinkled face,
No house, no clothes, no food, and for living no home,
None shows the right way to you lodge, O Cruel Fate!
Someday come in hut, you will find calm and grace,
Dried bread, stale curry, floor bed for living like tomb,
Near the huts meager cocks and crow, lonesome mate

3
The poor find you and you do find the rich and whore,
You live wenches’ purse, and in bag of the well to do,
Tell me what if the reason?  Why you the poor ignore
You distributing glee among the rich, among the poor woe
You make injustice on earth, and your being on this globe,
Your name just fiction, no being, you reality your on earth,
You the poor’s satisfaction, a hope a ray and nothing more
You the poor self deceit, and the rich people you hobnob,
Alas! You always deceive the poor, since their cradle birth,
You nothing, but time conquers all, hate is why I, you, abhor,




45. Ode to BZU Campus
1
O Campus! You welcome my pace on your green floor,
Ah! After twenty and ten years I do come to visit you,
I see cute al lot of face s roaming like snails on the shore
Glowing cheeks, goading eyes and me giving past woe,
O Love Tree! Where your shades, love mates sitting here,
Your leafy shades making bill and coo without any pause,
Sob and sighs I hear in my vision, but faces in my eyes,
Clear as ruby in still water, looks me as I do wonder,
I sitting all alone under you, unknown to all what cause,
Nothing but time store faces in memories when time flies

2
Bitter sweet pains and pleasures, now I recall my friend,
Zarin, her talking eyes, sweet tongue and short silky hair,
Coming to me but no talk, just eyes talking changing trend,
I see all busy listening calls, one here for someone care,
I am thankful to you O Campus! You all voices safely store,
Our laughing, our talking, our stalking all day free walk,
With friends, some die, some alive, more pathetic scene,
Show me my cute friends’ faces of my time I do implore,
Some faces dim in my eyes, my beloved’s graceful stalk,
Sitting under your shade, all my old memories I do glean,

3
Unknown face, unknown places, in soundings all change,
 It is time miracle, all change but no change in my mind,
The same your sketch thirty years before, yea in my range,
Nothing forgets, nothing missing, but why to me unkind,
But today’s faces just like sunflowers, glowing with rays,
Of cosmetic, spoils in heat, books in hands, hanging purse,
Eyes searching for lovers, glorious garbs but all wits dark,
Like coal peat diamond, fearful faces but with self frays,
None see to me, unknown to me all, yea, but I do curse,
But all memories storing bitter or sweet in time cark


46. Ode to Peacock
1
O bird of Paradise, I see in a cute vale your dance,
Sitting under the tree near a full of water lake,
You happy with your mate I had by chance a chance
To watch you in my fancy pure white like flake,
I see dancing happy now I see you face down,
When you recall your pause and legs black and vile,
Looking at the legs tears fall down from the eyes
The she peacock picks it and drinks it like crown,
A sad sight, none to console him for a while,
But my Muse listens to your poor heart cries

2
O peacock, you right glee rests on pelf on earth,
Like you when the poor see finance, less for food,
Children hungry, stomach empty and food dearth,
Fate, the rich, minion, hate the poor with ugly mood,
I see tears in the poor’s eyes like you my third eye,
Watches all keenly hidden things of earth and heaven
God busy working heavenly deeds ignoring the prayers
Why> I know not, but I know and listen to the cry,
Of the poor, due to hunger all tears in six to seven,
Spend years, weeks, days, months without cares.

3
Like sparrow and crows they pick food from the pile,
My heart weeps like you weep looking at your feet,
And die due to food dearth, heart sad without smile,
I see dying wishes, dancing hunger, without wheat,
Where are God’s blessings? Just the rich enjoy it
Day and night without fear, ignoring the poor’s rights,
Wasting wealth on whore and shore no fear of life,
I see and weep like peacock looking at the poor’s wit,
Living in tattered dress and one another fights
On collecting food from the pile all day in strife








47. Ode to Self
1
What shows the budding flower? No hurt, no pain?
What show the hovering butterfly over the red rose?
What shows the child’s smile? Knowing it in vain,
What shows the dancing couple’s bill and coo echoes,
My heart full of sigh and sobs, none to console,
Lonesome laughs at me sitting on a golden bough,
I see pain and pain around me, no shadow of glee,
North jeers at me but weeping the South Pole
I sow love seed in love farm but weeds grow,
I think and think why from me pleasures flee?

2
What whores’ cheeks show? Just night pleasure,
What the poor’s cries show? Hate the world,
What the moon light shows? Do think in leisure,
What the laughing faces show? Heart glee I heard,
What the owl’s voice show? Cruel world, hate,
Why the owls roam in dark and dreary night?
To shun from the world, do not like day face,
All men and women selfish small and great,
Anger sits on nose, cheeks glowing like sunlight,
Laughing at the poor, night charm to trace

3
O self, stop thinking, what can you do all alone?
Among the corrupts forgetting laws and right,
No fear of God and living like jungle stone,
Spending life on earth like demigod with might,
Now the only way to fly with the silky kit,
In which trapped all parrots, owing to hunger all,
Dying, landing on the earth due to hunger
But the hunger trap deceives the human wit,
Life: Precious gift of God, but hunger does fall,
Like flood beaten people, all old or younger









48. Ode to Google
1
When Google Glass roams to search pretty human wit,
On the web space like stars and comets, Galileo glass,
Watching all sights, dark and light but views infinite,
When Google Eye searches material for hungry mass,
Like vulture it smells in what niche human interest lies,
Surveys the whole web space like a detective pace,
Wondering, collecting visual information for album,
Quickly without pause, giving the world surprise,
Failing other search engines as Galileo glass in space
In search of new land dry and wet not ugly but winsome

2
You swim among the wit wave ocean of human minds,
Countless waves of wit forward and backward, all
Search waves like an expert diver in wit-sea who finds,
You always running like leopard and does not crawl,
To find its prey in wit-sea, your flying in space, and
Among the wit-waves all times diving like a whale,
String waves of human wits, nothing loses in web-sea,
And like stars all wits shine on Google Sea sand,
In the bottom glowing like cinder, I do, you, hail,
You do trace my blogs, beloved and sonnets quickly.

3
Hail Google, hail, as the world people spring hail
That comes with joy for women, children and man,
Old and young all happy, you glee full as bird in dale,
You mute like swan, you work like dumb, I your fan,
You search letter, love letters, books all searcher want,
You provide free materials, no cast, in short time,
You search everything anon, for women and men,
Men wanted materials, you like vultures haunt,
Eating the crops from the earth your aim prime,
You land from the sky in lines of ten by ten







49. Ode to Woes
1
Oh woes where you live and where you all day roam,
Like wandering clouds or in search of poor, where
They live, on the pathways, in hits or in poor home,
You know their doors, coming out of all footed bare,
You are afraid of rich flee from the rich like devil,
Shouting looking at the exorcist you playing in lawn,
Teasing them, snatching glees never leaves their being
Why? What the cause is, you like not the poor ravel,
You afraid of the rich watching them playing like fawn,
Catching sight of the lion all the wolves and fans fleeing

2
Why you spread sobs and sighs among the poor’s lives,
Or your being made devil’s cries, yea, but no creation,
Of sobs and sighs nor God created but from where strives,
On earth but increasing on the earth the poor’s implication,
Once I see woes standing at the palace gate begging bread,
No place of woe in our palace proudly in the palace niche,
Pleasures all around unknown to woe all palace residents,
They in pleasure live in pleasures and their used shred,
Are sold costly among the mass the buyers I see all the rich
They are kept in museum as the poor live in the tents

3
O woe what I call you, fate or what I give you name,
Tell me what are your parents, sisters and brothers?
Where do they live?  In dark and dreary den, Shame,
On you, you always plunder the poor and bothers,
I see the poor fate cries at the city gate, every day,
In shred and tattered clothes sunburn cheeks and eyes,
Sleeping near the pile dirt they have heart and desire,
The same as you have, o fate open your eyes today,
And see the poor’s child dying due to hunger dies,
But o woe, you slave of the rich, and I, you, do fire









50. Ode to Love
1
Goddess of Love, where you live, on earth or in the sky
I try to trace you everywhere but fail in your search,
Some say you live in heart, some say in maiden’s eye,
But I see with sad heart women’s love leave in the lurch,
I search holy love in women’s eyes but badly fail,
No love I find there, false promises, joys and pleasure,
Full of deceit and lust beautifying with plastic art,
Hiding flaws of wrinkled face and cheeks frail,
But glass declares belle, cosmetic art her treasure,
Voice more attractive glowing cheeks, lie in the heart,

2
Shepherds tell love lives in dogs’ heart loyalty in eyes,
Never betrays the lovers as women deceive within days,
What they get is wasted anon, and heart full of cries,
The trap of winsome women is their false beauty praise,
I find nothing in love, a self deceit and idle men pleasure,
Their hearts full of lust and the lust of soft thigh place,
Thinking life lust on earth and soul nothing in lone,
Playing with the coral breasts their solitude treasure,
Binding hearts with plastic art, to lust going forward pace,
For human and humanity, from their hearts love has gone

3
Love lives in woman’s hearts but just for only being,
Looking lass teaches tricks how to hide face flaws,
Because day by day dying Love’s cute and pretty being,
Alive with colored beauty deceiving crooked time paws,
Whore’s tongue for be gone lovers, day and night balm,
Love: a holy thing cannot stay in unholy heart on earth,
Love: a holy gift of heaven and a child of paradise,
Love lives in holy people’s hearts, day and night calm,
God awards holy love in holy hearts at the holy birth,
Love lies in women’s heat a lie I my views summarize




46. Ode to Peacock
1
O bird of Paradise, I see in a cute vale your dance,
Sitting under the tree near a full of water lake,
You happy with your mate I had by chance a chance
To watch you in my fancy pure white like flake,
I see dancing happy now I see you face down,
When you recall your pause and legs black and vile,
Looking at the legs tears fall down from the eyes
The she peacock picks it and drinks it like crown,
A sad sight, none to console him for a while,
But my Muse listens to your poor heart cries

2
O peacock, you right glee rests on pelf on earth,
Like you when the poor see finance, less for food,
Children hungry, stomach empty and food dearth,
Fate, the rich, minion, hate the poor with ugly mood,
I see tears in the poor’s eyes like you my third eye,
Watches all keenly hidden things of earth and heaven
God busy working heavenly deeds ignoring the prayers
Why> I know not, but I know and listen to the cry,
Of the poor, due to hunger all tears in six to seven,
Spend years, weeks, days, months without cares.

3
Like sparrow and crows they pick food from the pile,
My heart weeps like you weep looking at your feet,
And die due to food dearth, heart sad without smile,
I see dying wishes, dancing hunger, without wheat,
Where are God’s blessings? Just the rich enjoy it
Day and night without fear, ignoring the poor’s rights,
Wasting wealth on whore and shore no fear of life,
I see and weep like peacock looking at the poor’s wit,
Living in tattered dress and one another fights
On collecting food from the pile all day in strife



47. Ode to Self
1
What shows the budding flower? No hurt, no pain?
What show the hovering butterfly over the red rose?
What shows the child’s smile? Knowing it in vain,
What shows the dancing couple’s bill and coo echoes,
My heart full of sigh and sobs, none to console,
Lonesome laughs at me sitting on a golden bough,
I see pain and pain around me, no shadow of glee,
North jeers at me but weeping the South Pole
I sow love seed in love farm but weeds grow,
I think and think why from me pleasures flee?

2
What whores’ cheeks show? Just night pleasure,
What the poor’s cries show? Hate the world,
What the moon light shows? Do think in leisure,
What the laughing faces show? Heart glee I heard,
What the owl’s voice show? Cruel world, hate,
Why the owls roam in dark and dreary night?
To shun from the world, do not like day face,
All men and women selfish small and great,
Anger sits on nose, cheeks glowing like sunlight,
Laughing at the poor, night charm to trace

3
O self, stop thinking, what can you do all alone?
Among the corrupts forgetting laws and right,
No fear of God and living like jungle stone,
Spending life on earth like demigod with might,
Now the only way to fly with the silky kit,
In which trapped all parrots, owing to hunger all,
Dying, landing on the earth due to hunger
But the hunger trap deceives the human wit,
Life: Precious gift of God, but hunger does fall,
Like flood beaten people, all old or younger



48. Ode to Google
1
When Google Glass roams to search pretty human wit,
On the web space like stars and comets, Galileo glass,
Watching all sights, dark and light but views infinite,
When Google Eye searches material for hungry mass,
Like vulture it smells in what niche human interest lies,
Surveys the whole web space like a detective pace,
Wondering, collecting visual information for album,
Quickly without pause, giving the world surprise,
Failing other search engines as Galileo glass in space
In search of new land dry and wet not ugly but winsome

2
You swim among the wit wave ocean of human minds,
Countless waves of wit forward and backward, all
Search waves like an expert diver in wit-sea who finds,
You always running like leopard and does not crawl,
To find its prey in wit-sea, your flying in space, and
Among the wit-waves all times diving like a whale,
String waves of human wits, nothing loses in web-sea,
And like stars all wits shine on Google Sea sand,
In the bottom glowing like cinder, I do, you, hail,
You do trace my blogs, beloved and sonnets quickly.

3
Hail Google, hail, as the world people spring hail
That comes with joy for women, children and man,
Old and young all happy, you glee full as bird in dale,
You mute like swan, you work like dumb, I your fan,
You search letter, love letters, books all searcher want,
You provide free materials, no cast, in short time,
You search everything anon, for women and men,
Men wanted materials, you like vultures haunt,
Eating the crops from the earth your aim prime,
You land from the sky in lines of ten by ten



49. Ode to Woes
1
Oh woes where you live and where you all day roam,
Like wandering clouds or in search of poor, where
They live, on the pathways, in hits or in poor home,
You know their doors, coming out of all footed bare,
You are afraid of rich flee from the rich like devil,
Shouting looking at the exorcist you playing in lawn,
Teasing them, snatching glees never leaves their being
Why? What the cause is, you like not the poor ravel,
You afraid of the rich watching them playing like fawn,
Catching sight of the lion all the wolves and fans fleeing

2
Why you spread sobs and sighs among the poor’s lives,
Or your being made devil’s cries, yea, but no creation,
Of sobs and sighs nor God created but from where strives,
On earth but increasing on the earth the poor’s implication,
Once I see woes standing at the palace gate begging bread,
No place of woe in our palace proudly in the palace niche,
Pleasures all around unknown to woe all palace residents,
They in pleasure live in pleasures and their used shred,
Are sold costly among the mass the buyers I see all the rich
They are kept in museum as the poor live in the tents

3
O woe what I call you, fate or what I give you name,
Tell me what are your parents, sisters and brothers?
Where do they live?  In dark and dreary den, Shame,
On you, you always plunder the poor and bothers,
I see the poor fate cries at the city gate, every day,
In shred and tattered clothes sunburn cheeks and eyes,
Sleeping near the pile dirt they have heart and desire,
The same as you have, o fate open your eyes today,
And see the poor’s child dying due to hunger dies,
But o woe, you slave of the rich, and I, you, do fire



50. Ode to Love
1
Goddess of Love, where you live, on earth or in the sky
I try to trace you everywhere but fail in your search,
Some say you live in heart, some say in maiden’s eye,
But I see with sad heart women’s love leave in the lurch,
I search holy love in women’s eyes but badly fail,
No love I find there, false promises, joys and pleasure,
Full of deceit and lust beautifying with plastic art,
Hiding flaws of wrinkled face and cheeks frail,
But glass declares belle, cosmetic art her treasure,
Voice more attractive glowing cheeks, lie in the heart,

2
Shepherds tell love lives in dogs’ heart loyalty in eyes,
Never betrays the lovers as women deceive within days,
What they get is wasted anon, and heart full of cries,
The trap of winsome women is their false beauty praise,
I find nothing in love, a self deceit and idle men pleasure,
Their hearts full of lust and the lust of soft thigh place,
Thinking life lust on earth and soul nothing in lone,
Playing with the coral breasts their solitude treasure,
Binding hearts with plastic art, to lust going forward pace,
For human and humanity, from their hearts love has gone

3
Love lives in woman’s hearts but just for only being,
Looking lass teaches tricks how to hide face flaws,
Because day by day dying Love’s cute and pretty being,
Alive with colored beauty deceiving crooked time paws,
Whore’s tongue for be gone lovers, day and night balm,
Love: a holy thing cannot stay in unholy heart on earth,
Love: a holy gift of heaven and a child of paradise,
Love lives in holy people’s hearts, day and night calm,
God awards holy love in holy hearts at the holy birth,
Love lies in women’s heat a lie I my views summarize


51. Ode to Human Being
1
O Man, you are made of water, ponder over your birth
You are proud of your works, nut ignorant of life aim
Time devours all earthly things: health and wealth on earth
Comparing your being with macrocosm, a sand, O shame
Men propose, God dispose, all plans of human being
God’s will the mightiest, He ever speaks always
In the voice of thunder and lightning with cruel kings
Nothing is mortal on earth unseen time spindle is fleeing
In whole Universe but are those who makes God’s praise
And their prayers fly to heaven like Phoenix’s intention wings

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                                       Nothing remains behind, but men’s good deeds and intention                     
                     God thoughts without fruit useless and injurious to men’s mind       
                Health and soul, but known to a few in all holy books mention
               Cruel thoughts and plans on earth against men all unkind
              To its Maker we each born with mother carrying a child
           But cruel kills the mother, wisdom in the mother’s wombs
            And its son keeps alive ever to use for their dark aims
              Against men and God, alas! Their hearts are so wild
                 More cruel their hearts than snakes and living in the tombs
                    They cunningly use men’s emotions for their personal fame
 
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                         Limited our days on earth, limitless our wishes and greed
                     Rule our hearts forgetting death thinking others will die
                     And live in self deceit going to hell and do not heed
                    Pur souls weep day and night, and want from our body fly
                  Think! O man, how to get paradise our lost home
                     If we purify souls from evil thoughts against all men
                           The fruit of God’s counted days take a sullen shape
                       Now without mother the children in utter darkness roam
                     When wolves take chicks than cackle cocks and hen 
                             Thus we each day and night with our poor souls rape