GLADIS

Glad was Gladis immensely
Engaged and exchanged rings
Stepmother sent her in hurry to
In-laws to bury her own worry

Withered was she, bothered nobody
Worried in view but vexed anybody?
Room of groom stepped in Gladis
All in soul gay and gaiety show


Talking to trees and watching nature
Gleaming on secrets groom uttered
One and all were good at a glance
Gladly buttered all the souls, Gladis

Aware was Gladis of the stigma
Sticking to her life and soul
Sin of another brute to brood in life
Carried in womb to bloom or whither

Days went on , months moved on
Loving was Gladis to be loved on
For stepmother and mother-in-law
The life in womb was pleasing alike

Good was Gladis, like her spouse
Mind was holy not the womb in body
Seventh was month of marriage
Gladis released womb another

Holy was the womb born in boon
Bane and pain of it like a bomb
Revealed from the womb unholy
Gladis borne for her own folly

Holy to hold, unholy to world
Grew up the younger womb too.
Womanhood became ready
To bear the motherhood steady



Husband of Gladis the darling
Father of her daughter known
Unhappy to be drunkard grown
Himself for the reasons known

Helpless was Gladis for all in mute
Mistakes were in her basic, strange
Fate to be benign and unlucky
Gladis malignant to be defended

By nature the true stepfather
Gladis’s hubby the revengeful
Made the holy young womb
Unholy in her innocent sleep

Guiltless and helpless by birth
At the age of twelve to involve
The younger womb born holy
Revealed unholy by birth of a boy

Unholy is the younger womb in body
Bearing the sin in soul, not dissolved
Making the act in nuptial unholy
To bear another womb or soul holy

Where is the Baby boy dear?
Knowing not your father
Your pappa but branded grandpa
Will you know when you grow?

Where is the fault my friends?
Does literacy or illiteracy make difference?
Does morality or immorality bear the cause?
Which is the route to blot the root?

Let us hope in our hopes of heart
Story will not repeat in family same for
Rendered out from her womb not
Gladis’ daughter another womb

ANNIE JOSEPH

NESTLE

Where is nestle? Where are my birds?
Dreams are cloudy, smiles are dull
Drops of rain are rare, drops of blood shed
How are they wounded, why are they wounded?
Where are they dumped? why are they deserted?
Why are they not flying?
Are the wings wounded for the ants to move?
Where is nestle? Where are my birds?
Turned the clouds to rain
Turned the dusk to darkness
Turned the dreams to lust, to turn
Life of my birds deadly with ruts
Where is nestle? Where are my birds?
Lonely they feel, lovely they move in thirst,
Lusted by oasis never to reach
My birds fly high to die lulled by pleasures
I lose them for the world unknown,
Where is nestle for them to dwell?
Where is nestle? Where are my birds?
Heal the wounds for my birds to fly
To flutter their beautiful wings
To fly and fly, high and high
To search and reach the nestle
To seek love and pleasure at home
Let me be their nest and nestle to dwell
For them to seek and sit, safe and secure
To sing the songs of love and peace together

ANNIE JOSEPH