ANUFƆ LITERATURE _YAW-KAN.J

 THE 'WAIT' We were told that to wait means never. We were told that to wait means not part of it. We were told that to wait means cannot have it. We were told that to wait means doesn’t belong to it. These are the interpretations of our 'Wait'. When you are told it, it means one of those. Wait or Never Cannot be a part of what they have Doesn’t belong to what they do Cannot have what they have. Our world of Safe play. Tactical greed is played on 419 formations By the coaches non-English but acquainted with English knowledge. They have personified everything And give us the scraps Which were the 'wait' for their dogs. It is time to interpret the interpretation of the things we ineterpret. Bridge the 'wait'gap now or never By being you In the affairs of men. When the men of light and wisdom Occupied the centre stage of Philosophy, The Aristotles, Platos, Shakespeares and the Worthwords... They waited not But plunged themselves into the wait button And the...

 Between  choice and force Waking in the dawn of yesterday, The sunlight shone great, The grasses looked grassy Pasture was great But the folk had to do: Between choice and force. He lived well when life was full of glad and gay Lacking nothing, having everything. The greens of green Unwithered grasses and forest. But they came, They of the superstructure Asking with compulsion To choose between our worth and our waste. Such was a straddle to dilly-dally Upon a long wait Was visited the canoe Which cart  the history of my journey I am to reopen the gate And pass Yonder And return no more.

 WIFE AND WINE Two graces And Man's eternal gift to choose Secondment absent But a fair faithful choice to do. Such a grace dost He, our Mighty beset a man To lust lustfully and last long Such to his cure, The pain and pleasures of life. Yet to some, A traded pair Succumbed and unbridled in force exquisite By the sombre soul needing sombre rest.

 WHY ARE WE SO BLEST? The world is so green and blue But ours is red and fire The strange colours that hue the heart to hurt. This is our known beauty since our birth. We have learnt to agree By wearing the reds and the fires The cloaks of division And detachment And displacement And deprivation And depression. Close by the Seas, Our rivals fish gold And diamond,  and silver. In our forest, we deforestate And extinct our neighbours. Extending the heat of the Sun To dry us Even drier Without comprehension Till the winds empty our last bones. The Gold is at the centre of the Earth We are at the last end of the Earth Unreaching the gold So blest is our emptiness. Yet without due knowledge, We touch our muddy Habitat And cut short the life cycle of our bud Who shall at the odd time Bear us the fruits to eat And live without death.