Earth’s reserve decreases with the increase of high rise sky building
Now, preserve earth community is alerted of the terrible disaster for the
Need to conserve forests to save earth
Conserve earth by budding seeds to grow a new
Reserve to populate the lost greenery
Preserve trees through recycling
Recycle process in the factory to preserve earth
Won’t the pollution affect the reserve’s growth?
Since pollution is hazardous, how to conserve the earth’s and people’s
What is solution to eliminate pollution?
How is pollution removed from recycle?
Bow to manual labours may solves this
Inspiration On: Monday, 21 October 2013 at 6:03pm
Inspiration Ends On: Saturday, 26 October 2013 at 3:50am
Unexpectedly, “reserve preserve conserve” inspired me that it can be a rhyme. As my poetry flowed out, the “how” captured my attention and “bow” birthed out. Finally, I rearranged the three rhyming words and decided to include “how”.
Soft and gentle footsteps
Yawns at the sight
At the sight of dark storeroom.
Climbing up to two boxes
It lays on the top box and
It closes its eyes dozily.
The door closes creakily.
But it doesn’t disturb it.
Few hours have passed
It wakes up
As it controls its bladder.
A SHARP WAILING!!
A WAILING MEOW!!
The door opens swiftly
It’s too late.
It is sitting on
A pool of urine
With a painful look.
With a relieved look.
Everyone is alerted.
Everyone pities him.
One hugs and caresses him.
One wipes and mops its urine.
Inspiration On: Thursday, 14 February 2013 at 6:35pm
Inspiration Ends On: Friday, 15 February 2013 at 1:15am
This is the third series about my stray pet ‘Melvin’ who is mentioned in my previous poetry. This time it is mentioned in the cat’s point of view. This case happened when nobody knew that Melvin came and entered the storeroom. Normally, we closed the storeroom’s door to prevent cockroaches and rats from making its nest.
A furry body lengthens
A furry body thins
As it passes through the gate
With a beautiful and graceful walk.
Eyeing an opened window
It jumps into it
Scratching the trash bag
Screeching the trash bag
With its sharp teeth
With its sharp paws
Searching hungrily for food.
Once the kitchen door opens,
It is alerted and
Jumps out of the window
With stolen food at its mouth.
It is . . .
A black and white furry cat.
A hungry stray cat.
Let’s welcome him.
My stray pet.
A cute pet.
Inspiration On: Monday, 11 February 2013 at 1:17am
Think of a pet, I only own a chick. The above mentioned stray cat was my stray pet, which stole food from my family’s trash bag. That was how my family got to know him. Gradually, we feed him cat food and it stopped stealing. After it finished the food, we play together happily. We named it ‘Melvin’. This happened eight years ago during our stay in my uncle’s house.