Naked Baby By The Road...(Poem)

The naked baby by the road,
Like a supine feline or docile canine,
Permeable and porous,
Vulnerable to vultures,
Discombobulated by the barbarousness,
Of honking honkers going bonkers,
Eyes flittering like tadpoles,
Groping for parental attention,
From beings busy with survival instincts,
Left alone for acculturation,
To the world outside the womb.

Beggar and the Beast..

You stoop so low that my eyes can’t see you,
I hold up my head so high, I can’t perceive,
Your broken back, the weight of the world,
I shiver at your gruesome, grimy touch,
A fear of disease, a disease of fear,
A mute appeal, syllable I can’t hear,
Your twisted arms evoke no sympathy,
Filled with apathy, my insides, just apathy,
Your insides, eaten by invisible emptiness,
A beggar you are, a wretched tale,
An ignored reality, smothered voice
A beast I am, closed ears, blind by choice.

A Fine Balance...

For quite some time I have been thinking of this and that. Mostly being the direction my life is taking. Sometimes I ask myself am I doing what I like to do? Well I don't really know if we are 'born' todo something or be someone, like born to be a writer or a singer or an actor. Maybe. But one thing is for sure that there is somethig that we 'like' to do, or maybe even 'love' to do. Now if that thing, that activity becomes your occupation then offcourse there is no greater delight. But if you are doing something else for a living and maintaining a hobby then it becomes a fine question of balance. How do you managae the balance between work and hobby? How do you know you are doing justice to both?