Tag Archives: despair

What do I know again

Are these cows happy?

Could I possibly kill this spider that's just going about its own life?

What do I know of sorrow?
The feeling of a woman in prolonged obstructed labour?
The burning hurt of mother over prodigal son?
Or the torture of always hoping yet no results?
After all I was still in the womb 1 month ago,
Being prepared for a life of writing.

What do I know of joy?
The relief of a constipated man opening his bowels finally?
The bliss enjoyed by the unconcerned/ignorant/aloof?
Or the euphoria associated with heaven?
After all I only smiled at birth yesterday,
Looking forward to learning writing.

What do I know of goodness?
The little boy helping a little old man across the street?
The sick mother who still prepared breakfast for all?
Or the constant unrequited love of the Maker for men?
When my diapers were bought just yesterday,
And I picked up the pen today.

What do I know of cruelty?
A dog owner who kicks aside a cat on the street?
A boss who bullies employees at work?
A spiritual leader who deliberately deceives the followers?
After all I sucked my first breast milk yesterday,
And wrote my first piece today.

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The Mad City Poet Meets Humans’ Good Side 2 -Resilience

English: Description: Monkey filmed secretly b...

The monkey hangs out at his balcony every night.
A sage this one is!
Whilst his more primitive members
Rave and carouse with the animal instinct,
And relieve their hormonal “heat”.

He observes the humans below:
A fascinating species, he has acknowledged.
He sees this man,
Labouring from dawn till dusk,
Looking several years worn out,
And several troubles bent over.
Probably has about five mouths to feed.
No hopeful bright on his face in the morning.
No grateful smile on his face in the night.

The confused monkey wonders:
What keeps him going?

See there again, that youth.
Could not afford to further his education.
Probably an orphan.
Supported by relatives,
Till he could just barely stand on his own.
Yet I have never spied him involved in a dubious situation.

But eh, how far can the monkey see hanging out from his balcony?!

A hopeful spark in the morning.
A downcast frown in the evening.
Yet he wakes up with the sun,
And walks into every new day.

The sage-ly monkey watches and wonders:
A hopeless worn-out family man
Always seeming on the brink of collapse;
A hopeful hard-knocked youth
Always seeming to have the worst of life.
Yet, they live on…
Somehow…
Through each day.

The wise monkey considers this:
The wisdom of the Creator –
As he carves all these words into a nearby tree
For all to see;
Whilst hanging out
From his balcony.