This week’s poem, a muse on options, taking chances, lost opportunities and the realization that some things you can only learn through experience. Each age has its wisdom.

Chances

Yes my dear, you can be anyone,

you can do anything

under the sun.

But, no, you can’t do everything,

you can’t please everyone,

in the long run.

Watch out, when closing offered doors,

you may not ever find

that key again.

Reflect, when picking easy paths,

those that you disregard

may haunt your dreams.

Grab each moment when it’s there

do not hold back though fear

can paralyze.

Time is always playing tricks,

watching its pendulum

can hypnotize.

Think, when days go floating by,

It’s often easiest

just to ignore.

Watch, as landscape flashes by,

 gap in an untrimmed hedge

might be your door.

Yes my dear, you can be anyone,

you go anywhere

under the sun.

But, no, you can’t go everywhere,

without great wear and tear

in the long run.

Dhaka 2015

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Inspired by a recent early morning hour spent on the deck of a launch returning to Dhaka from Barisal.

Return to Dhaka

A thousand boats

from big to small

pass in grey dawning

day, all quiet strive

to distant sea, sure and steady,

floating high,

like silent birds that cross our sky,

southwards with the tide.

Dhaka 2015

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A poem inspired by that strength we all have somewhere inside us.

Resilience

Head down, counting cracks.

Pavement faults,

places to trip and stumble,

spaces to slip and fall.

Looking up, firm

and blue, sky unchanged

as birds stroke into view.

Nothing can bring you down.

Dhaka 2015

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This week’s poem, inspired by current events.

Refugee

Sand-grain on a windblown beach,

shadow of a leaf in a forest.

Salt in a drop in a deep, dark sea,

flicker of a star, lightless sky. 

Moment in a dream in a long

restless night in an endless,

pointless war,

between people .

Dhaka 2015