Thursday, July 19, 2012



(An Ottava Rima is a poem written in 8-line octives.
Each line is of a 10 or 11 syllable count in the
following rhyme:
one octive poem. abababcc
two octive poem. abababcc, dededeff
three octive poem. abababcc, dededeff, ghghghii)


The fishes in the ocean plenty,yet restrain is dignity!
The waves at sea;ebb away leaving sands wet with crabs
To forgive is divine; Sun, God a necessity!
An earthen lamp lit , aspire to show the way to cabs!
Swimming in incomplete thinking,middle class plenty
Buying powers will rise ;education potential healthy!

The  glossy fingers of lime lights beckon;

Take the veiling, elevated thoughts to aspire

Wishing to add the shine;more than I reckon

Makes me join hands in the girdle to inspire

If possible build ,with determined hands

 More prosperous ,happier,enthusiastic lads.....

The infrastructures to research ; reliance  given

The boys and girls should fold their sleeves and buck in!

Perhaps brain drain will sap off ;not glamour driven.........

Longer struggle perhaps,adequately provide , give in.

Easy buck the greatest lure I seem to apprehend

But perhaps visions of global unity need to comprehend

I continue to weave  threads  contently
Villages greener, means greener Indian lark
Much is not in our hands, accepted.....halfheartedly
They need to be motivated by right attitudes stark!
Weavers by profession,merchants,,farmers too
May be they have backbones, needing respect due

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Malini Kadir