A Poet's aatmakatha

Writing poetry is so much fun !! Ever wonder what would be a Poet's dilemma ...So here goes his aatmakatha

These days , O India,in every nook and place !
The plague of writing poetry has created unchecked rage .

Eighty percent of the folks ,suffer from this disease ( kidding !!)
All you need is a pseudonym, to join the privileged race .

Poetry which in olden days ,was knowledge ultimate,
Is now condensed in the poetic name,shorn of former grace.

O ye rare product of this wonderous earth !
who will sing your praise, who will judge your worth ?

Uncontrolled is your growth, beyond the census grasp,
you are deemed an angel,dressed in human garb.

Immune you are to hunger, indifferent to thirst,
you have only one aim, to write and read your verse.

Extremely irritating are those poets indeed,
who with poetic pressure, is often ill at ease.

No physician in the world can cure his deep disease....

What all he writes over the year ,he would vomit all,
a sort of poetic diarrhoea infects his head and heart .

Everyone is making money , you are making rhymes,
There you keep awake at night , poetic lines repeat,

Applaud every verse ,and shout in merry glee ( am awake tonight to write this wonderful piece !!)

In every town and village , your presence is a must,
how much they care for you, how kindly they treat,

Whenever there is a gala meet or a bridal feast,
To while away the night, they hold a poetic meet,

All professions in the world command some respect,
Every art and craft has a minimal worth;

Every human need requires some expert,
Everyone dictates a price for his handiwork.

It flies away in smoke , in that instance of masterful rendition ;
"How fine he writes ! " is your sole reward   !!!!

sd/-
Roohul Haq

Expenditure !!

This is an off take of the spiralling prices and inflation creeping in our society ...an anecdote for deep analysis...

Should I pay the monthly rent ?
Or pay for clothes and petrol galore,
The doctor's fees or the medicines cost,
Or municipal taxes , taxing hard,
Tell me in God's name,where should I escape ?
With a rupee and a half, what to leave or take  !!

Rents have risen manifold,
Drinking water costs much more,
Power bills are still unpaid,
Land sells at frightening rates.
But oh the rents that kill and slay,
With a rupee and a half , what to leave and take !!

Children fees have to be paid,
Books and bags cannot wait,
The belly needs its food supply,
Adams race must survive ( pun intended), ha ha ha
Endless is my expense , how should I detail ?
With a rupee and half , what to leave and take !!

Helping the needy kith and kin , entertaining friends,
charity for the poor ,doing kindly turns,
decent punitive living style , yet impressive patience for occasional delight,
On top the love for cinema and shoppers fright,
Expenses have their own might ,
With a rupee and half , what to leave and take !!

Delicious food and chocos , I cannot resist,
Litigation too is a lingering itch,
A sweeper , a washer man, a guard,
And a Saree shop in the niche !
How can I from these escape ?
With a rupee and half , what to leave and take !!

There are fairs and religious fests,
And we care for self - respect,
On top , we are profligate,
And this despite our penurious state,
We are in financial straits ,
The economy is in shambles at the mercy of  politicians traits
With a rupee and half , what to leave and take !!

sd/-
Roohul Haq