Drawing by Judith Wolfe
Ram Mehta

Poem


      THE NATURE

      ­ Nature is as careless as it is bountiful
      The faster the death, the faster is evolution.
      A female eats her own fertile eggs,
      When she is hungry while laying the eggs.
      Gall gnat produce eggs within its body,
      When the eggs are hatched within the body
      They devour their own parents
      The parents die, the next generation lives.
      The sea is a cup of death
      And land is a stained alter stone,
      We are the fortunate survivors
      Living on flotsam and jetsam
      Right or wrong is a human concept.
      The nature cares not if we live or die
      It is fixed, blind & programmed to kill

          RIDING TWO HORSES

          She has been married to a man
          The most wonderful in every way,
          Except one.

          He is not home enough,
          Earning more money for the family,
          When he is home,
          His work is important,
          And not the family.
          Her needs are met,
          Starves for her sexual need.

          Her ex-husband was a man,
          The most hopeless in every way,
          Except one.

          He was home all the time,
          Never keeping up a job,
          When he was home,
          He had nothing to do
          He starved for every need,
          Except her sexual need.


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