Friday 16 January 2015

poem: a pattern

when birth
came to earth

that intelligence
wanted to repeat 

a pattern
over which

many of us wonder
again a pattern in all minds

making a carpet
making a design

one day
we hope to meet
we hope to understand

poem: eyes glide

everyday
the morning soul

meets the day
the sky opens its umbrella

the birds type away
their daily newspapers

the ears feel happy
the wings of the world

are on the go
the eyes glide in feelings

poem: the ant

the earth
is round

like a ball
man gives it a bounce

the universe
is still strong

feeding us the bread
to think as we like

knowing this
the ant took its birth

to be humble