Wrong Focus

A photograph is more than just

A gift to bring or send.

And more than just the likeness of

A relative or friend.

It is a kindly greeting and

A memory to hold.

Of happy times and pleasant things.

However new or old.

It is a mirror that reflects

Companionship and cheer.

And now and then the wistfulness

That turns into a tear.

A photograph is something to

Adorn a desk or wall.

Or carry in a pocket and

Display to one and all.

It is a faithful portrait

The smile that friendship shares

To add its sunshine and to show

That someone really cares.

by James Metcalfe

Food is god

for poor people...!

God is not

Only food...

Rich home

Dog is eat

Nice food...

That food is god...?

yes that also

A god...

Good food is

God...

What is good food...?

Given good health

Always good food...

So...

Non veg

Or veg...

Every good food

Is god...

Simply sit

Silentely eat food

With out hot

And cool drinks...

Food is not only

Poor's god...

With each and

Every one also

food is god...

Give respect and

Take food...

Happley too try too
Thank for god...!

Of course

those who are standing at the top of the stairs

know

they know everything

with us it's different

sweepers of squares

hostages of a better future

those at the top of the stairs

appear to us rarely

with a hushing finger always at the mouth

we aren't those

who clench their fists

brandish chains

talk and ask questions

in a fever of excitement

urging to rebel

incessantly talking and asking questions

here is their fairy tale -

we will dash at the stairs

and capture them by storm

the heads of those who were standing at the top

will roll down the stairs

and at last we will gaze

at what can be seen from those heights

what future

what emptiness

we don't desire the view

of rolling heads

we know how easily heads grow back

and at the top there will always remain

one or three

while at the bottom it is black from brooms and shovels
sometimes we dream
those at the top of the stairs
come down
that is to us
and as we are chewing bread over the newspaper
they say 

- now let's talk

man to man

what the posters shout out isn't true

we carry the truth in tightly locked lips

it is cruel and much too heavy

so we bear the burden by ourselves

we aren't happy

we would gladly stay

here

these are dreams of course

they can come true

or not come true

so we will

continue to cultivate

our square of dirt

square of stone

with a light head

a cigarette behind the ear

and not a drop of hope in the heart

Zbigniew Herbert