why?????

Is it my inability or
Your indifference to my ability
Labeled me disabled?

I speak with my ability
You are not able to hear
Is it my disability or ours?

Why discrimination?
Why sympathy?
Empathize with me!!!!

Accept me as I am
I am abled (enabled)
In my own stride……

Each one is unique
I, in my own way
Why indifference, accept me as I am………

j.john britto xavier

the rose of the desert......

“I am a rose in the desert living among cactus
Surrounded by the boiling sand.
The cactus asks me now and then;
‘Are you happy over here?’
Amen, is my answer.
But she says,
‘No, you cannot be serious
See, you are aloof
Your kith and kin are somewhere
Happy and glee, why are you here?’
Your master is partial, isn’t he?
Absolutely not
He who created me know
Where to keep me”.
‘What a pity’, she says,
‘Your petals are charred by the scorching sun-and
Branches broken by stormy winds”
It convinces me with much logic and I tell her,
“My friend, you only look at my sad plight,
I have but a different view point;
I am charred and broken but
The fragrance of mine passes through the wilderness
The sands breathe my fragrance and praise my creator.
Many passengers pass by
And none look at you with wonder
But their heart well up to praise my master
When they see me living in the desert.
My master knows where to keep me
And I bloom where I am planted.
I die, that is not the matter
My master is praised
That’s all what matters.”

j.john britto xavier

Real- Reel- Surreal

(Paradoxical dialogue)

1: We are 'rational being'
2: That’s only a 'definition'
3. I’m 'intelligent', you- 'a mediocre'

We are 'equal before the law'
That’s only 'in the paper'
I 'rule', you are 'ruled'

We are in the 'same class'
That’s only 'in letter'
I’m 'upper class', you-' lower class'

We wear 'same kind of uniform'
That’s only 'in colour'
Mine with ‘brand’, yours 'local'

Our blood is red
That’s only appearance
Mine 'O+', yours 'B+'

j.john britto xavier

God’s Call to play……

Come, come to Me
Opened to you
The doors of My Heart

20-20, One-day, or test
You may play
Do fair well

Four, six, bowl, catch
You may do
Excel your team

The day is at hand
You’ll be rewarded
Up to your efforts

Come, come to Me
Opened to you
The doors of My Heart

j. john britto xavier

Pages of the same Book

We,

Pages of the same book
Branches of the same vine
Children of the same father

Difference,

One sleeps in air-conditioned room
Other in air-unconditioned platform

One needs dose, have a wink of sleep
Other sleeps childlike

One chooses what to have for meal
Other rummaging the waste boxes a deal

One possesses wealth, keen to save it
Other saves his soul that saves his/her soul

After all……

We,

Pages of the same Book
Branches of the same Vine
Children of the same Father

j. john britto xavier

in the name of........

crusades are launched
jihad sponsored
carsewas held
carnages conducted

citadels attacked
personnel killed
mosques demolished
missionaries Mutilated

palestine bombarded
WTC powdered
kashmir crushed
violence doubled

muslims robbed
woman raped
chaos created
confusion sustained
………

all knowingly done
and all is done
in the name of God, Caste and religion…..

j. john britto xavier

Followers......

(God and Secretary)

God: Who is he shirtless on the street?
Secretary: He is a weaver, shirtless
God: It is unbearable.

Who is he sleeping on the road?
He is a house builder, homeless
It is merciless.

Whose children are these hungry?
They are of farmers, foodless
It is indigestible.

Why does this child beg?
Its father has to drink, family has to live
It is pathetic.

Who is he not having a place to lay his head?
Lord, it is your beloved Son (Jesus)
Yes, it is His Mission.

Who are these leading luxurious life while many have nothing to eat?
Shhh….they are the followers of your son
Do they really follow Him?

Bro. J. John Britto Xavier