Mother's Love and Father's Love

Round and round they were swimming
Making larger and larger ripples of water
As if for no reason but fun and play.

Watching them from the shore
As if of concern for their safety
And in preparation to jump in if needed,
Their mother seemed quiet and still
As if in deep reflection and meditation.

What will they be when they grow up?

Will they be as happy as they are now?
Will they be able to confront life's ups and downs
With courage and confidence
As I am still struggling to do?

Whatever will be will be

Que sera sera

She seemed to be singing to herself.

What a strange paradox! I thought.
Mother's love is so very Universal
And so very much a Natural Instinct
Being so very closely tied
To the intense reproductive
And progeny-protective urges
Of the female species in general.

The love of Fathers
On the other hand,
A uniquely human trait for the most part
Finds its expression in many a dimension
As the fathers learn to care and participate
Or choose not to do so.

In the upbringing of their offspring,

No wonder the wide diversity
Of Father's Love or its lack
Among Homo Sapiens.

P.S. Guess who the Mother and her siblings in 

this poem are. Ducks in a man-made lake.

Father's Love and Love for Fathers

Round and round they were swimming
Making larger and larger ripples
As if it was all only for fun.

Watching them from the shore

As if concerned about their safety
And in preparation to jump in if needed,
Their mother seemed quiet and still
As if in deep meditation.

What will they be when they grow up?

Will they be as happy as they are now?
Will they be able to confront life's
Ups and downs
With courage and confidence
As I am still struggling to do?

Whatever will be will be

Que sera sera

She seemed to be singing to herself.

What a strange paradox! I thought.
Mother's love is so very Universal
And so very much a Natural Instinct
Being so very closely tied
To the intense reproductive
And progeny-protective urges
Of the female in Nature on Earth.

The love of Fathers
On the other hand,
A uniquely human trait
Finds its expression in many a dimension
As the fathers learn to care and participate
In the upbringing of their offspring,

And so,
Make it Deeper and Warmer
As time passes
Your love for your Fathers
Or Father substitutes
All of you Kids everywhere.

Make it Warmer and Deeper

As time passes
Your love for your Kids
All of you Fathers

Or Father substitutes.

Happy Father's day.

P.S.

Guess who the mother and her children in this poem are. Ducks in a manmade lake.

Woman's Intuition

Every now and then

My loving wife lays her hand gently

On some part or other of my body

As if it needs to be healed;
Without me ever mentioning

Or giving her a sign or clue

That it had been tender or hurting.

Woman's intuition,

A psychic force unknown,

Something else we know not yet?

Nature's Biology

Just before sunset
On a mid-summer day I saw
A bunch of geese being fed
By a few children and their parents
From the shores of a man made lake
In the famous Veterans Park
In Hamilton, New Jersey.

A heavy built goose from yonder
Rushed to catch the feed
Pushing aside violently
All the other geese on its way.

A good example of Survival of the Fittest,
I said to my wife standing by my side.

Just then a mother duck happened to show
Her new born baby ducklings
How to get to the feed
Rather than feeding them directly herself
While other adult ducks too shared the grain
Without fight or struggle.

Inter-species and Intra-species
Competition and Co-operation
Amidst Good and Evil
In all their Shades of Gray
That's the Law in Nature's Biology,
Not just the Survival of the Fittest,
I said to my wife standing by my side.

The Almighty Dollar

All said and done
It's God, the Almighty Dollar
That we worship the most.

China or Guyana, Baroda or Florida
No matter where we go
All said and done

It's God, the Almighty Dollar

That we worship the most.

It's God, the Almighty Dollar
That brings siblings together
Or pulls them apart.
That makes grown children want to visit
Their parents and grandparents.

The Obamas and the Romneys
Republicans, Democrats and the In-betweens
The Rich, the Poor and the Middle Class
All said and done
It's God, the Almighty Dollar
They we worship the most.

The lesser gods

The Jehovahs and the Allahs

The Shivas and the Vishnus
The Jesuses and the Krishnas

The Buddhas and the Mahaviras,

They too seem to crave for and enjoy
The extravaganzas we bestow on them
In all our places of Worship

All but built with the help of

God, the Almighty Dollar

That we worship the most.