Author: Frank Solanki

Making the world a better place one poem at a time.

Where Could Mommy Be?

~ Frank Solanki ~ 14 Comments

Oh Tommy, wake up

Do you not see?

We’re locked inside our own house

Where could Mommy be?

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There’s nobody but us

It’s just you and me

Hold my hand if you’re afraid

Where could Mommy be?

…

The window is left open

Did the wind take her away?

Did the night eat her up

Before it turned to day?

Did she go out herself

To find us something to eat?

I hope she brings back something

Spicy and something sweet?

Is she in some trouble?

Drowning in a sea?

Oh Tommy, what do you think —

Where could Mommy be?

…

Should we break the door

With the trunk of a tree

Then go in search of our Mommy

Wherever she may be

…

Oh Tommy, wake up

Before I count to three

Wake up and help me decide

Where could Mommy be?

When We Were Two

~ Frank Solanki ~ 14 Comments

When we were two

I proposed to you

But then you asked me to wait

Now that we’re three —

Will you marry me?

Come on girl, it’s getting late

I Wish To Be A Fish

~ Frank Solanki ~ 9 Comments

I wish to be a fish
I want to be a font
I like to be a spike
I long to be a song
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I yearn to be a sun
Where joy has just begun
I try to be a fly
Go wandering in the sky
I need to be a seed
With a book to read
I dream to be a beam
Go travelling through a stream
I ask to be a task
Who wears a scary mask
I seem to be a steam
Floating with my team
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I wish to be a fish
I want to be a font
I like to be a spike
I long to be a song

This Little Heaven Of Mine

~ Frank Solanki ~ 15 Comments

What if I wake up tomorrow
With eyes that no longer see
While my son grows more gorgeous
More than what is known to me?
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What if I wake up tomorrow
With ears that cannot hear
While my daughter sings a melody
More soothing than a bird’s cheer?
…
What if I wake up tomorrow
With a mouth that cannot speak —
How will I tell them my stories
Of my lowest trough and highest peak?
…
What if I don’t wake up tomorrow
To my children by my side —
How could that heaven be better
Than the one where I reside?

An Imperfect Universe

~ Frank Solanki ~ 6 Comments

The silence of the nights
Have made me who I am
Yes, I speak with great delight
No, I’m not one of them
Yes, I am not perfect
This is how I’m supposed to be
If there is such a person
I sure would like to see
Yes, my colours are different
My thoughts can light a fire
My veins breathe uneasy
My blood is full of desire
If I had a chance to choose
To be in someone’s shoe
I would gladly toss that chance away
I would never want to be you
The sky is full of beaming stars
There is no star like me
Without me this universe
Would then so empty be

If I Were Born A Little Early

~ Frank Solanki ~ 27 Comments

If I were born a little early
I would have made electricity
First to say — The Earth is round
Cures for diseases I would have found
Would have theorized gravitational law
Leave everyone trailing in awe
Would have had a star named after me
A constellation or galaxy
Future generations would have studied me
My brain, my life, my family
But I was born a little too late
Never had the chance to become so great
All the others took away my due
So I’m stuck here writing poems for you

It Wasn’t Me

~ Frank Solanki

I looked at the mirror and I saw
Someone else staring back at me
The face was similar to mine but
It wasn’t me, it wasn’t me

There was guilt all over his face
It was plain and obvious to see
Lies dripping down from his lips
It wasn’t me, it wasn’t me

Regret hanging from his brows
Deceit circling wild and free
Wings of envy on his nose
It wasn’t me, it wasn’t me

Then I looked at him even closely
Those eyes of sin and misery
That look was indistuingishable
It must be me, it must be me

Thank You, Readers

~ Frank Solanki ~ 24 Comments

Is it my love for writing
Or my love for rhymes?
Not sure what has kept me going
Through these wonderful times
Is it the chance to touch
And make merry somebody’s heart
And know I’ve made a difference
Possibly with my art?
There may be many reasons
Possibly a hundred or more
One thing is for certain
Of that I am very sure
Without my faithful readers
This I could not have done
Thank you for always being there
Thanks for making it fun

A Hundred Poets Reside In Me

~ Frank Solanki ~ 28 Comments

A hundred poets reside in me
A hundred? I don’t know why
One just writes what he can see
Two is bold, Three is shy
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Forty Four can get no rhyme done
Twenty wants to plagiarize
But is held back by Sixty One
Who wants to win the Nobel Prize
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Then there’s Thirty Six and Eight
Who are too lazy to write
Unlike Seventy who sits late
To finish his sweet song at night
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Then there’s Twelve and Ninety Four
Who always have a fight
They can’t seem to agree anymore
About which girl they wish to write
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So many more on this list
Like Fifteen, Sixteen, Eighty Three
One of them just wrote this
A hundred poets reside in me

The Husband Of Misfortune – Part 2

~ Frank Solanki ~ 8 Comments

All my ventures have failed to pay
None of my debts seem to go away
From all directions, troubles come
I’ve lost my cars and my home
Now we live in a rented place
Whenever I’m out, I hide my face
Still the kids they laugh at me
My clothes are drenched with misery
All my shares have fallen
Last week my watch was stolen
I think I’ve forgotten how to smile
For I haven’t done it in a while
No family I can fall back upon
All my friends have moved on
Just me and my misery and my strife
And my lovely, luckless wife
I wish sometimes that I were dead
But my luck is just too bad
God doesn’t want me with Him so soon
I, the husband of Misfortune