Stomach Police

I am in a foreign land

Where everything is foreign

The food I eat

Is foreign I failed

To figure out its taste

No wonder why

I am always chewing

A bubble gum

My way of satisfying

My appetite for

Chewing good food

Why am I here?

I had no option

But to be here

They call it

“A champion’s medal”

Win a race and get one

Indeed the race was scary

I wonder what happened

To my competitors

If they survived

To the land of the living

Or they became food

To the hungry rubbish bins

From the way I see it

The war is not yet over

Until it’s over

Kick out and kick out

I will until

I am out of this foreign land

A land without sweet birds

To sing morning melodies

But just hungry snakes

Always fighting for food

An industry of digestion

Where eating is a

Compulsory subject

Of the matter

Wait until I am born

I will not eat anything

Until I have fully digested

Everything they forced in me!

Kick I will kick

Until I am out

Of this foreign land.

“Stomach Police”

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Four Eyes

Most

Eyes of the morning

Open with the

Opening of the day light

And they close

With the closing

Of the sunlight

Deep down in

Her mother’s belly…

What we see

Is only a fraction

Of what is there

Real sight is never

Horizontal but vertical

Real sight is from above

An eagle has an idea

Real sight is so powerful

To see all the seen and the unseen

Therefore we can’t see

And we could never see all!

What our eyes see

Are things closer to us

Far from us our ears see for us

No wonder why back then

People used to use drums

For communication purposes…

These days our eyes have grown bigger

They have expanded

From having two eyes

Fixed to the body

To having four eyes

Two eyes fixed to the body

And two more eyes

Reflecting what our eyes

Could not see

I was blind but

Now I can see

Now I can see

Things thousand miles

Away from me

I now have got electronic eyes

That I can connect to the air

And I can see more

Than what my eyes could see!

My extended vision

Has brought me knowledge

And information in abundance

Now my brains are packed  

With bountiful understanding…

What will I use this information for?

Isn’t this information

Damaging my natural eyes?

Will we not all wear spectacles in the future?

Will we not all become blind in the future?

Will we not all overuse our eyes

Until they become useless?

Will we not all find ways to

Put our bodies in these

Electronic eyes in the future?

Will we not all end up with feelers

Like cockroaches and all these other insects

After an era of overusing our eyes?

I guess this remains to be seen

As we continue to walk with our four eyes!

Without four eyes one has become informationless

Without four eyes one has become absent

In his or her presence

Without four eyes long back we lived

Maybe they will grow bigger

To eight eyes or even ten eyes

Spiders we becoming day by day until

We say once upon a time

We were human beings

And then we became new beings

And being new is our way of life…life…life.

“Four Eyes”

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