Am I the rich who has been blessed?

Am I the rich who has been blessed?

Fall foliage as seen from Pittsburgh hill. Photo by Sohan

So am I the rich who has been blessed

Can bring happiness to others with my treasure

My treasure are my colored leaves

Because I am a tree that lose leaves in fall

For the pleasure of people

Therefore, I belong to the festival of trees

Where people pay homage to me

As I turn from leaves into tissue paper

Like stones that turn into house

I dry people’s face and make them special

As seasons change, leaves grow and change in color

Leaving people with awe and wonder

By mesmerizing fall colors and immense smell

Blessed are leaves whose worthiness give purpose

Thanks to the nature as trees triumph and leaves fall

Giving rise to encouragement and hope to all!

Eagle

Eagle

A Bald Eagle at Occoquan Bay NWR, Virginia. Photo by Sohan

Sitting in the desk next to the gorgeous Diamond lake

Waiting for eagle to take break

I kept waiting to catch their first sight

Until the blue sky turned to dark night

Unable to catch eagle’s glimpse

I turned over to magnificent lunar eclipse

Bright and shiny were her lips

As I clicked my Nikon SLR to take her radiant pics

I heard the two opossum’s hiss

Trying to get blissful kiss

All of a sudden the darkness turned to beautiful morning

As I saw the eagles storming

Through the winds off the mountains

Chasing their preys in nearby surroundings

Down in the middle of a deep glacial river

Was a golden crisp catfish with light blue color

Who happened to be the eagle’s fancy dinner

That lasted well over one hour in a cold January winter

Full of food was the lethal eagle

Who then flew like a vicious criminal

Leaving me alone in the middle of a deep river

While I started to ponder if I could be an eagle

That flies high in the sky

Like a fast and furious guy! 

 

Playing Piano at St Mary’s Church

Playing Piano at St Mary’s Church

An old piano

Playing Piano at St Mary’s Church

by Roshan Pandey

Standing in a desk of piano at St Mary’s Church was a bottle of water

Which I bought for half a dollar

As I played my piano left to right

I heard thunderstorm in a dark night

That sounded like a meteor strike

It left me scared like a lion’s sight

While I tried to fulfil my insatiable appetite

Half a bottle of water I drank

The other half left my mind blank

To God I thank

Back I went to my piano lesson

Which brings a whole lot of deep compassion

As the US economy heads into another recession

While I try to get out of multi-year depression

Triangle Shirtwaist Factory Fire

Triangle Shirtwaist Factory Fire

Mourners from the Ladies Waist and Dressmakers Union Local 25 and the United Hebrew Trades of New York march in the streets after the Triangle fire. Photo from Kheel Center

Factory in New York City was underway

by Roshan Pandey

March 25, 1911 was the day

When the fire at Triangle Shirtwaist Factory in New York City was underway

600 workers were sewing clothes at the factory floor

Trying to save their life escaping through window and door

Locked was the exit door with iron key

Unsatisfied with the management were employee

Surrounded by four stone pillars

The building had no fire sprinklers

As the fire started in a rag bin

Employees had nowhere to step in

Struggling to breathe fresh air

Some people jumped through window in midair

Only to land dead at concrete in despair

Others tried to break the door

Looking to get out of fire smoke

As the fire ran through the ninth and tenth floor

Some people collapsed next to the closed door

146 workers in total died of fatal burn

While their loved ones painfully yearn

For 11 minutes was all it needed

To fight the fire and get expired

Youngest victim was 14 years while the oldest was 43 years

Both victims left the world with eyes full of tears

 

My rocking chair: At home

My rocking chair: At home

Old rocking chair

My rocking chair: At home

by Roshan Pandey

I had a rocking chair

Which I brought from Goodwill dear

It was such an amazing chair

Where I sat down to drink a can of Corona beer

To hear the flow of Iowa river

Move from west to east in the sun’s atmosphere

Across the river were a boyfriend and a girlfriend

Looking to get their first kiss

Only to have it missed

Unaware there was a hunter

Shooting at the sandpiper

Down went the sandpiper fluttering its wings

At the couple’s shiny feet

Pounding her heartbeat

Took her only 60 seconds

To lose her last breath