Writer & Affiliation · लेखक परिचय
George Freek
Corresponding writer Independent Writer, Douglas St., Belvidere, IL Illinois, United States of America
Published Work · प्रकाशित रचना
Winter freezes the hands and feet,
as life continues,
but the mind is numbed to sleep.
Nature maintains a balance.
It’s laws are complete.
They’re devised
with an unseen will.
As a hawk spies a wren,
he dives with an acrobat’s skill.
The wren’s death
is the hawk’s gain.
With no knowledge of science,
or employing a disguise,
he must survive,
and the hawk
accomplishes his task.
It’s a riddle to me.
If I look in my books,
They’ll give me answers,
but I feel that they’re
merely ingenious lies.
Writer & Affiliation · लेखक परिचय
George Freek
Corresponding writer Independent Writer, Douglas St., Belvidere, IL Illinois, United States of America
Published Work · प्रकाशित रचना
In moments of insecurity,
I ask things of the stars,
but they’re buried in the sky
like insects in a tree.
Their powers are faulty.
The moon, their companion,
hangs like a confused question mark,
an upside down clown.
Nothing can tell me why
I’m alive. I ask myself,
when my life is over,
will I be able to enjoy
the rising of the sun,
the way I enjoy daffodils,
as they rise from the earth,
or will my life end
like a shooting star,
and it will be over,
as soon as it appears.
Writer & Affiliation · लेखक परिचय
George Freek
Corresponding writer Independent Writer, Douglas St., Belvidere, IL Illinois, United States of America
Published Work · प्रकाशित रचना
Leaves descend cheerfully,
and circle fraternally,
then fall into snug beds
when they’re dead.
The sun disappears each night,
as the moon takes its place
but it’s a phoenix-like fate.
Tonight night is a placid sea,
which overwhelms me.
It has no shore.
It doesn’t roar,
But it creates shadows,
which, like lizards,
crawl along my floor.
They’re a kind of poetry,
and poetry reflects life,
but I find there’s no grief,
when they exit my back door,
leaving with the wind,
as it blows away dead leaves.
