ratnakar d mandlik, 24 january 2012
Waiter, oh waiter a voice I heard
Coming upto me from a baldy sat
In a corner holding his felt hat.
"Can't you see Yusuf, my master cried
A customer is for you there waiting
And oh rascal what you are doing?
On that day I was somewhat sad
And had a plan for me to decide
Whether to work lifelong as a waiter
Or to leave it for an occupation better.
Night I spent by weeping on my fate
Day dwaned before decision I could take.
Same day on 5 th storey I went at night,
Entering the room I put on the light.
There I found Rita as if she was dead
My master moaning sitting in a chair.
He was horrified at me when he looked,
Come Yusuf, help me he said with a tear.
Till that time I was the only waiter,
A confident of my millionaire master.
Being a confident I had each report
Of my masters' business on the port.
Morover a smuggler and a blackmailer
I did smell him then as also a murderer.
For the sum of Rs five thousand net
I helped him and then didn't hesitate.
At the midnight from our cafe Orienta
We then cleared off the body of Rita.
My master gave me at once the sum
I too did agree to remain dumb.
Since childhood I did see murders
And also assisted in such cases many.
So Ritas' homicide was not a wonder
Or shock and it was a matter too silly.
But my master did not forget it
And since then he began to me hate.
One day he said I wish to clear
Your all accounts just to you clear
Off from this cafe which is mine
And Yusuf I know your nature is divine.
With good capital you 'll leave the city
Soon somewhere you 'll get position pretty.
For my master I had little pity
So guessing his condition I agreed
With him to take all my money
In cash from him and to go away
From that buxom city, as he said
Why he intended it he then told.
Rs fifty thousand my lord gave me
Saying "my Austin too is nor free
So dear without any hesitation
Take it n go to any other city.
To see your comfort is my duty,
To hide truth you take precaution".
A coquette and society girl Rita was
So for no one there was any cause
To notice Ritas' sudden disappearance
From the society using prudence.
It was the secret only between
My lord and me, her death who had seen.
_---------Ratnakar D Mandlik
ratnakar d mandlik, 16 january 2012
At an infinite distance from this planet
Roaming stars in the galaxy we can not count
And on a clear night when we probe them
A genuine joy we get from their beauty supreme.
But when the science with its' achievements
Enables us to reach to the stars distant
Giving us a chance to study their structure
We realize from our hearts a beautys' departure.
No doubt the modern science is noble
And can be compared with doctrines spiritual
It vouches "all that glitters is not gold"
Only the thing is to accept it we must be bold.
Modern man pursues joy through materialism
Involves in position where pity he can not claim.
Instead of means as the end he accepts money,
Runs after it throughout life, to be seized by agony.
At the end he realizes that all it was a game
And he did'nt do anything to nurture his self,
He did'nt observe anytime the rhythm of life
Of which he was no more than a victim.
Instead of knowing structure of the stars
The dreaming man sees beauty in wealth
Till his life ends abruptly being victim of death,
He dies, being defeated n not knowing any thing.
If a man in life uses some intelligence
To know Rhythm Of Life and its' importance
He willl certainly accept money as a means
And will achieve both worlds' confluence.
- Ratnakar D Mandlik
ratnakar d mandlik, 16 january 2012
Ttorried summer scorched earth in tropicals
Just like the passionate longing of a damsel,
Striving for her confluence with her lover
To quench her desires with cupids' showers.
Earth too strived for torrential rains
To quench her thirst and being cooled down.
Confluence with lover brought her blossom
Evident in her all actions n appearance.
Joy she then exuded with full enthusiasm
Her dreamy eyes too oozed pure romance.
Streams, waterfalls and green expanses
Vouched for the mirth showered on earth.
The scenic beauty then evident everywhere
Is as precious as to an ingenue her lover.
- Ratnakar D Mandlik
ratnakar d mandlik, 15 january 2012
Romance is for him just a phantasm
With socialism installed in his sanctum
Can not entice him any damsel or fairy buxom
Since in reality he is a victim of narcissism.
Allured he may not be by wealth or riches
Though at crucial times loyalty he switches.
An expert in disguise n giving justifications
To prove self he may cross any limitations.
Meaning of friendship his actions may alter
For proving chrished point he may put it on altar
Forcing its' existence be "Gone with the wind",
Espousing false principle n being unkind.
May the God save all friends n relations
From the onslaught of a socialists' imagination.
- Ratnakar D Mandlik
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