SUmmary of texts

When you ask me to hold

a pen in my hand,

Where do you wish that

little thing to land?

Is it on a paper where

I shall write

Themes of the texts

that my friends recite?

Then my dear teacher!

You have got it wrong,

For, I shall write

one beautiful song

A song of love, a song

of crime

A song that reveals all

human’s grime

A song that tells the

power of time,

and how we are loosing

mother nature’s shine

Sponge couples know

how ‘good’ ‘it’ is

So do the pigeons

So do the geese

So does the jasmine that

spreads it far

And so do I but

find it bizarre

For, I fail to know what

that ‘good’ is

And that is the only

way it is

When the house of the lords

meet the ‘street’s

Grows bloody crime

says Mr. Yeats

The father then feels

no damn bad

To kill the only

son he’s had

It is Yeats again who

hates the time

That did its best to

steal his fine

To break his branches

and plug his leaf

To leave him with nothing

except for grief

The worst of all is

the end

of beauty of nature

my dear friend

The land that once

held the green

is now so ugly, so dull

and mean

But all the uglys, dulls

and all the means

are no one but we,

the human beings.