Tariku's Droplets

My Heroes My path in this world has been blessed, By the sweet gestures of deserved 'stubbornness', That my heroes taught me out of kindness; When I met them-my heroes , The unborn day was rolling down to its close, Minutes chipping away by seconds, The sun blushing red on the horizon, Like a good bye – of a newly love stricken lad, Unable to depart the luring beautiful face of her beloved; I was yearning, With a childlike glee and stubborn simplicity, To stop the setting sun, To hold the light, To dip color from the twilight, And in seizing and releasing claim bliss of purpose; When I met them, That yearning of my heart- they empathized; With wisdom borrowed from eternity’s yard; They were sitting on the rugged face of the summit, Of a tall mountain of insight, Rooted on millennial young past, Their faces always filled with delight, And looked at me, like a seer would, And just smiled; Like souls who sto...

The Path‘upward’ and Him  W hen he fought his way up from low, He took all sorts of names: radical, rebel, Fighter for the people, to name a few; And in the desert, the wood and the mount, he spoke: “ We have to fight tyranny in all forms and from all, All powers that be residing  higher  -shall-break ;” And was followed, Millions did applaud. In  owe  to his words fervently wishing him - succeed . When he came up to the palace-where tyranny once been, And the day of reckoning finally dawned upon him, That D-day was in hand, tyranny gone, freedom-won; He felt mused by power and with a stammered stance, In meetings, campaigns and TV-window rants, he spoke: “ We have to fight tyranny in all forms and from all, All powers that be residing  lower  -shall-break.” And was followed, Millions did applaud, In  awe  to his vanity fervently wishing him –   succeeded .   ................... ...