MY THOUGHTS FLAP BACK,
AS I LOOK BACK,
INTO THE REMOTE PAST,
RECALLING BURIED MEMORIES OF THE PAST.
THAT REMINDS ME ,
OF YOU, WHO FOUND HIDDEN IN ME,
A SOMNOLENT PENCHANT FOR LITERATURE,
YES, THE EXOTIC ENGLISH LITERATURE.
PAST THOUGHTS BLOOM
IN MY MIND, AFRESH THEY BLOOM,
TIME HASN’T PLAYED ITS GAME,
TO WILT THEM ,ITS CRUEL GAME.
MY THOUGHTS ARE THE FLOWERS,
OF A PLANT FLOWERING,
BOTH SPREAD FRAGRANCE, SWEET
BOTH DRIP HONEY SWEET
YOU SOWED THE SEED OF THE PLANT FLOWERING
IN THE PAST, IN ME TO GROW ,FLOWERING.
FORESIGHTED WERE YOU,THEN
AND FARSIGHTED WERE YOU THEN
YOU WATERED IT TO GROW, FAST,
YOU MANURED IT TO GROW FAST,
YOU GAVE LIGHT TO IT TO GROW FAST
WITH YOUR ENLIGHTENMENT, IT GREW FAST
GRATEFUL AM I TO YOU, NOW
FOR, MY THOUGHTS IN FULL BLOOM NOW ,
SPREADING THEIR FRAGRANCE , NOW
DRIPPING THEIR SWEET HONEY DROPS, NOW.
AND HERE IS, THE FIRST DROP, OF ITS KIND NOW,
THAT DRIPS,THAT TAKES THE SHAPE NOW
OF A FRAGRANT ,HONEY- SWEET, DROP NOW,
OF MY THOUGHTS OF YOU, FRAGRANT, SWEET,NOW
NOSTALGIC,MY THOUGHTS OF YOU SWELL,NOW
THE SWEET FRAGRANCE OF FLOWERS, NOW
THE SWEET TASTE OF HONEY,NOW
FOR YOU , THE HONEY BEE, TO TASTE, NOW.
AND, YOU WERE THE ONE WHO SUSTAINED,
ME, PROPPED ME UP TO SUSTAIN
MY HIDDEN INTEREST ,THE EMBERS, TO GLOW
A STRAGGLING FIRE TO LAST AGLOW.
NOW COME THE WILY COMPUTER AGE, ITS FOUL PLAY,
YOU LOST YOUR SIGNIFICANCE, TO BE IN THE FRAY,
YOUR ABSTINENCE MAKE ME SAD, PRICKS ME HARD,
SO ARE YOU SO WITHDRAWN, FOR ME TO TAKE IT HARD.
BUT FOR YOU, I WOULDN’T HAVE VENTURED TO WRITE
NOT EVEN PUT A THOUGHT TO WRITE,
THERE I SEE ME WITH A BLANK PAPER AT MY DESK,
IDLING FROM DAWN TO DUSK.
LONG I SIT GLUED TO MY DESK, EXCLUSIVE
NOT ABLE TO SCRIBBLE A WORD THAT’S ELUSIVE
BUT THE BLANK VIRGINITY OF THE PAPER,
MAKES ME FALL INTO A DAMNED STUPOR
NOW WHAT HAVE I TO GIVE IN RETURN,
FOR YOUR SINCERE ENDEAVOUR, IN RETURN
A HUMBLE HOMAGE, TO YOU , A TREAT,
PLACE AT YOUR FEET A FLOWER FOR YOUR “WREATH”!
WREATH
WISE ADVICE,
RELIABLE ADVICE,
ENCOURAGING ADVICE
ADMIRABLE ADVICE,
TIMELY ADVICE,
HEAVENLY ADVICE.
AND, WHO IS MY BOSSOM FRIEND?
IN MY THICK AND THIN, A FRIEND
STOOD BETWEEN ME AND THE ENGLISH, A LIAISON?
IT’S NONE OTHER THAN MY ENGLISH LEXICON