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FASHION IN THE JUNGLE.
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What if the jungle animals wore clothes?

Mr. Tall Giraffe the managing director,
Would always be late for business meetings.
Tying some hundreds ties on his long neck.

Brigadier Lion would look majestic.
Wearing a military uniform; striped with stars and medals
.walking majestically and been saluted at every corner.

Constable Millipede would never make it in Military.
Thousand blacks boots to polish every morning.
He would always burrow on earth to avoid inspection.

The hippie Monkey would look mischievous.
Wearing in funny places; like inners on the head.
And will have patches; torn while jumping on trees.

A Bat would look cool upside down.
But would have hard time wearing glasses.
Or always wearing clothes upside down.

Sir Buffalo would have a strange hat.
Entwined on the curved horns or wear shades.
Green shaded probably to see green pastures even when drought.

The Snake family would not need a wardrobe.
Shedding their clothes at any place in the jungle.
And would never know Mr. Tortoise the shoes cobbler.

Miss Peacock would be a famous beauty pageant.
Wearing colorful scarlet and proud catwalks.
She would definitely be the dazzling miss jungle world.

What a fashion in the jungle world.

April 20, 2008 | 12:25 PM Comments  1 comments

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MAMA
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Wind flaps as she knit a coat.
In a cold evening whistling; me a toddler tagging her.
Every stitch bounded with great love to cover me.
Through stormy nights her heart never changed.
She carried me for nine heavy months.
And wiped tears to get me a home and bread.
With honest hands of lovely caring touch.

She taught me to have good friends.
Respect all ages with no pain and gain.
Even through her pouring she is always there.
Listening to my storms with great understanding.
When my heart wanders and things fall apart.
When soul aches and spirit shut, she is by my side.

I wish I could pay back for she color my world.
But least I can do is to love her more everyday.
And may I inherit just half her caring heart.
As I strive to be the best she wished me.
Mama! I love you; you always touch my soul.

April 20, 2008 | 12:24 PM Comments  0 comments

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FOREGONE DAY.
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On this day.
After impatient months of cradling years.
The sun busted through vaulted azure skies.
Refracting rays of warm hope inclusion.
On my envious face; splendid like the summer.
I spotted you among all else: walking briskly.
With flowing and steady stride: I gaped.

Our eyes meet and mine wouldn’t wander no more.
I trembled and fluttered from an incredible lure.
Like a dejavu or walking back from illus ional dreams.
The sensations pungent plumbing; I had to say hello.
Wanted to catch it and clutch it forever.
The dust turned gold as we patted ways.

If I was Immortelles; I would have flied with you.
Or climb into your mind to make it right and real.
I swim in ocean of visions; curiously wishing the incredible.
That which impels me to know I was not wrong.
For your eyes blazing an effulgent light in my world.
And your soft voice revel your glory and innocence.
Like an incessant song only heard in dreams.
I knew it was true; what I hold inside me.
Only I couldn’t make you see my pure intentions.

Inwardly grateful; my heart pray for patience.
Like a farmer waiting for a fruitful season.
I sworn to cultivate, mould and make it splendid.
My voice stutter; so I write in language of dreams.
Until rivers flows; I wait and I’m okay with that.
For my heart dance like Nairobi gone mad.



April 20, 2008 | 12:22 PM Comments  0 comments

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