Height

Height





What is Height?



It is nothing .



No! it is something.



''You need to be a tall man;



If you want to love me''-



An Intelligent College Girl said.



What is Height?



That is an important thing;-



A soldier said.



Do we need Height-



To serve the country?



Yes, yes. You do need.



But I am so patriotic!



But Height is proportional to Patriotism;



Again the soldier said.



Can't I do anything in this world without Height?



Can't I keep my identity without Height?



No, never, all the beanpoles supported.


A sailor, policeman, soldier, airman-


Everybody needs Height!


Then a poet comes there-


The question is repeated !


Is Height a necessary thing to become a poet?


No, not at all.


Then what else a poet needs?


Nothing else; some Imagination and inspiration-

Yes, Abilit y is the criterion; not Height.

Is he trustworthy in the world of poetry?

Yes, if he has the Ability!

Because it is a world which surpasses even flesh and blood!

When you bid farewell to this world you leave only your name

And not your Height.

OK, then let us join them.

Lucky Man

Lucky Man

Am I a lucky man?

Yes, of course.

How can you say?

You have been given

Healthy eyes,ears and other organs

They are in good condition.

Then , aren't you a lucky man?

Yes, yes,of course.

But, but I am a shorty

So , so aren't I unlucky?

Then what about Napoleon?

Oh! I am sorry.

You are right, I am a lucky man.

But, but I lost my beloved;

Then think about Romeo!

Yes, yes, you are right

I am a lucky man .

But ,but I don't have a bike

Yes, but you have got two healthy legs

To leave kilometers behind.

But I am a newbie oന computer

But you have the key ; English to unlock it

Oh! yes, yes.Again I am lucky

I haven't got a cybershot

To catch the real picture

Yes, but you have got two eyes

With Nine dimensions

To scan the whole Universe and to ignite fire

Which surpass even the most advanced cybershot cameras

Oh! is it true?

Yes! I swear by god

Then what else I haven't got?

Nothing, you posses all the elegant things

In the world.

Geckos

We are Geckos!

The smallest in your eyes;

But were the biggest-

In the olden ages.

We walk through the walls,

By covering all angles-

Low, high and top.

We witness all your actions-

Day and night continuously-

Under your bed, in the bathroom,on the roof!

Yes, we follow you everywhere like voyeurs!

Our world is an upside down world-

Like a bat.

We have no sophistry;

So we mate everywhere, every time-

On your table ,under the chair-

By leaving all the moral laws.

We are not afraid of anybody else-

So, we put droppings on your heads with scorn!

We sit on the highest place in your house-

Even above your balcony!

We steal your delicious food-

Like thieves!

We do whatever we like-

No police, no court;

Nobody can punish us!

If you come to catch us-

We try to commit suicide-

By cutting our tails!

Our sounds make you postpone your journeys-

Like an alarm!

You rule the whole world;

But we rule even you too!

You tame even elephant,

But , draw a blank when come to us!

We sit on top of White House!

Yes ,even above the US president!

We fight in public like warriors-

By reminding our glorious past!

How many traps you make-

To destroy us?

But, we will haunt you always!

HARMONICA

I bought a Harmonica

It is made out of steel and fibre,

A valuable thing for both a musician

And also for a junk-dealer;

In two different ways.

To a musician it is an instrument,

Which showers music.

To a junk-dealer it is nothing,

But a rusty iron piece.

I took the instrument with ease;

And kept it on my lips

And started to blow.

I tried hundred times

To make mellifluous music out of it.

But the same prosy notes repeated

Then I gazed it with despair

The steel reeds ridiculed me

What is wrong with my lips?

What is wrong with my sense of music?

I cursed the instrument severely,

And threw it away with anger.

At that time a breeze gently blew;

By touching the instrument

It resulted a nice music out of the instrument.

I astonished very much

Even a gentle breeze of Nature

Makes nice music!

But I can't!

At last I recognised my inability

Yes,I lack the Music of Nature.