All for a smile

For a sharp little graphite tip
Many chips of wood die
For many such chips
Loads of pencils perish
For many such pencils
The trees of the world fold
For a man to draw a smile
See the deaths left untold

Only one

The sun may have
A million sunflowers
And a million more
Than just the sunflowers
The sunflower, remember,
Has none but the sun,
So she’ll keep looking up eternally,
At the sky, for her only one…

How many

How many, many noses, I wonder,

People, you all, have to poke,

How much time, with nothing to do,

You have, another man's fire, to stoke,

Go on, find something else,

For you, your idle mind, to chew and choke,

Do something, respect your blessed life,

Don't die, being of values and ethics, broke.

Please Leave the Clouds alone!!

Please leave the clouds alone
They're no cows for you to milk
They patiently drink and ingest all water,
The salty, the heavy, the dirty, all alike,
They shower on us when they can take it no more,
And we get to drink and live, now and forever more,
Why suck the tears off them?
When they anyway, for you and me, cry
Why make the sky bleed? why kill the clouds?
Where will you go for life once they all die?

Why?

Why is it easy?
That which I can
But 'no' I tell myself
So others don't

Or that which I can't
And I yet I say YES
Though I wont wont wont
So other say 'oh!'

Why is it easy?
To beat the self up
Is it so others don't?
Or others, I can't?

Why is it easy to?
To brood through their 'yes's
While happily smile
Through all their 'no's

Hail Question Paper

Protect and save,
Oh! precious, precious,
Let the police ring fence,
As they're brought in and stored,
Let not any steal and sell,
For they're all valuable papers,
Papers that have every question of the world,
No answers, no sense, no meaning, nothing,
Whats, Whys, Whens, Whos, Hows with numbers,
A hundred or more, many sections or just one,
Save them, and in lieu, burn those that know the answers
And their papers that carry them,
For even one down at ninety nine,
Strike the hundredth to make,
The good ninety nine untidy too,
And while the good ninety nine too await the termites,
Protect and save,
Oh! precious, precious,
Let the police ring fence,
As they're brought in and stored,
Let not any steal and sell,
For they're all valuable papers,
Papers that have every question of the world,