Ode to my Country

Land of the rising sun Pearl of the orient sea Where have all these gone? Oh, dear, we cannot see. Yours is an uphill battle Of centuries colonization But you stood as you struggle Winning was a confirmation. You are now being mocked As an old lady can’t hardly step up But you continue theContinue reading “Ode to my Country”

FIVE HAIKU POEMS: BRUISED, YET HOPEFUL

FIVE HAIKU POEMS: BRUISED, YET HOPEFUL This poem was a collaboration with Rose of Poet Rummager published on May 4, 2017. I am posting it again because this is one of many haikus I have written and a personal favorite; while at the same time one of the collaborations which really boosted my site. WithinContinue reading “FIVE HAIKU POEMS: BRUISED, YET HOPEFUL”

Mother

Time has not robbed my feelings toward my mother she’s still the sweet darling, and she’ll be forever mine. Age may have changed her face now furrow – laden, the beauty is still there; she is my ideal token.   P.S. Happy mother’s day to my mother and to all the amazing moms around theContinue reading “Mother”

Empowered -dverse Poetic:Theories of Everything and Anything

” If you know the enemy and know yourself, you need not fear the result of a hundred battles. If you know yourself but not the enemy, for every victory gained you will also suffer a defeat”, Sun Tzu’s Strategic Theory on War. I have always loved the book The Art of War, it isContinue reading “Empowered -dverse Poetic:Theories of Everything and Anything”

The Moon and The Stars -Quadrille

I wondered many times as I hide about the stars the moon up in the sky so high flustered at the sight how they filled up the sky Am I a moon or, just one of the stars you keep counting on the sky? Written for D’Verse. WimsyGizmo is hosting Monday Quadrille at D’Verse Poets.Continue reading “The Moon and The Stars -Quadrille”

Helen of Troy

If silence has a voice It could have screamed A million little cries And if Helen of Troy had a choice She would have made a statement When she was stripped down and displayed For men of war to choose Kidnapped by Paris, or did she willingly escape? If words are wounded It could haveContinue reading “Helen of Troy”

Picnic -Haibun

It’s the world-famous beach. White sand and crystal clear water. We run, we stroll, we jump, we crawl. We eat. We laugh. We watch….the sun sets perfectly along the horizon Raindrops on the beach Waves splashing on the seashore Summer rain falling   Gina hosts a picnic haibun at dVerse https://dversepoets.com/2019/04/29/haibun-monday-that-picnic/   P.S. My first attempt forContinue reading “Picnic -Haibun”

35 Degrees

I haven’t written anything for a long time. I am writing back today in honor of my father whose death anniversary we are commemorating. My father gave me my first book, my first writing material and my first edited letter. Yes, you read it right  “edited letter”.  Whenever i was away from home back thenContinue reading “35 Degrees”