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Keep Your Windows Open And Get Connected To The World

My job is to let in sunlight
And to keep inside ventilated
In the process dusts airborne
As vehicles move find their way in
And settle on things kept inside

I am on a mud wall and
And overlooking the paddy field
Across the untopped road by the side
Women and men at home
Peep through me if they hear
Something odd from the road

I am a silent spectator to all that
Happen inside or outside this
Small well kept mud floored hut

At times I breathe air laden with
The fragrance of the paddy field in blossom
And the aroma of garlic
Fried in a corner of the hut
I overhear often the romantic whispers
Of the husband and wife inside
I am also used to the cries of the
Children and their quarrel
I see village folks carrying plough rods
And driving the pair of oxen
I hear the shrill call of a woman
Selling fish and vegetables
In the early morning hours
A number of times I get frightened
By the yells of the differently dressed
Village soothsayer and I pray within
Let him not have to predict something
Unwanted to the people of my hut

Rain water finds its way into the hut
Through me and I feel bad if someone
Shuts my doors hurriedly and with force

I may give an impression I am insensitive
But I only know I rejoice within when
People around are comfortable
And I cry within when they are in distress
I long for many good things to happen
To the family that my hut houses

I wish the children grow well
With enough skills and knowledge
Not only to take care of themselves
But also the community
Let them not stay innocent and starving
As their parents do
Let them be enlightened and evolved
With enough maturity to understand
People nearby and their ways of thinking
Let them have enough riches
And a mind to share the same with others
Let them grow considerate
And have commitment to uplift
Themselves and their kin

I am none other than the window
Of a village hut
People open me,
Get a fresh flow of cool breeze
And exclaim
“Oh, what a wind” and that is why
I am known as Window

Let the world understand
I am connecting this hut to the universe
I am an ambassador of this family
I am a well wisher to them
And to all for that matter

Keep your windows open
And get connected to the world

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Open Message, Open Letter.

OPEN MESSAGE, OPEN LETTER

All of a sudden these words came down
from my caring and prudent mouth, like a cascade
A.D. Tuesday,15th October 2018 @ 9.31 hrs. A.M. West-European Time.

I have the urge to publish these words,
as my highest respect and my highest appreciations for
Master Poet Kumarmani Mahakul Sir
or known as Poet Kumarmani Mahakul on Poem Hunter Poems Site.

You have NEVER called yourself MASTER POET,
but I have done that since you most deserved that highest title here on Poem Hunter Poems site.

I was since 13 Dec 2011 here, but I seldom opened my poem site,
so I did not know anything new about the poets
who are submitting their poems, nor I knew their names,
except for the poets I have known on Poem Sites I had been either
but due to Master Poet Kumarmani Mahakul Sir
and his eldest son poet Dr. Pintu Mahakul,
I started coming here frequently
and reading their names on Poem Hunter,
included their ardent support,
I have the reason to submit and to keep the pages
open for a longer time.

Thank you so much once again,
Master poet Kumarmani Mahakul Sir!
My Master Poet at all times
and Dr. Pintu Mahakul, after he has
got his Doctor of Philosophy Degree,
he seldom submits, but recently he gave
his responses though on my Member Poem Of The Day
«Inspired By The Lord» on Poem Hunter as well as on FaceBook.

Master Poet Kumarmani Mahakul Sir,
Never have I read and found a poet so great
but so modest and sober,
just like I put an own mirror to ma face
and look into it, I see poetry, dearest poetry,
I see shadows but the darkness of the sweetest Lights:
I smell Jasmine, but scents of a unique perfume,
we can only find that in this area,
the area of dear loving, caring and sublime Master poets
and the sublimest are you,

truly, these words this morning says my soul
upon having thought about your generous heart
and the attachment you have with God, poetry, and poets altogether.

One I know so well is your eldest son,
not that we have the same age, on the contrary
I know him from several famous poem sites before
but we have in common that great shyness,
I feel that he is very shy in his doings and so am I,
this is only said by me since my senses know that,
sans having stood in front of him,
and he I admire so much too,
and all your other family relatives, your lovely épousse,
and your youngest son, poet Mantu Mahakul,
only he is the one who writes the least poems,
but he is also a cute and polite son,

perhaps no one can understand what I am writing about,
but you do, Sir, that I am sure.

I respect you and I appreciate you most
together with your beloved family.

I have been to your country recently,
and my best acquaintance told me
that there are other things occurring in India,
and that I must hasten to go back
since it is not safe for women traveling alone
and there was said more things,
which shocked my senses,

I always believe warnings,
since I «feel» that the warnings are true.
That was not and never it was in Nepal
when I was there to listen to the most beautiful songbird all times,
aside from these all, I never stay in a country more than a fortnight.
I will continue my «preachings» another time,
I want to repeat too: thank you once again, Sir,
for all the 10’s and full Vote given,

I regard you as one of the fewest poets,
who never says untrue things
that I can see in the reflections of your eldest son
Dr. Pintu Mahakul´s words,
as I have written all these down,
my being is touched again tremendously by your generous heart,
caring soul and loving words,
which are still echoing in my inside.

Thank you deeply from my being, heart, and soul.
God’s Blessings be in Abundance for you and your beloved family.
I am touched immensely by the person behind your poetry, Amen,

from Sylvia Frances Chan, the Wonder Jasmine

ADDITION:
I have inserted here the copy of the cartoon that I have drawn
when I was 11 years old, and do you know why?
YOU, dear Master poet, had given unto me
a Title of Honour: Wonder Jasmine

du moment of having read that you just published the poem
on Poem Hunter with the lovely Title:

«Attention To Titles Of Honour (Part 1)»

I was shocked very much. WHY?
The Title of Wonder JASMINE,
that particular name of «Jasmine» reminds me of the Cartoon Series
I had drawn when I was still a child of 11 years of age,
and I gave the name to that Cartoon JASMIN,
the editor of that Youth Section told the readers (then still in Jakarta, Indonesia) that I probably meant the word JASMIJN (Dutch)
or the English JASMINE. The editor Mrs. Aimée Lyssen did not send back to me the cartoon series, because of that word mistake, she corrected that, saying: Sylvia is just 11 years old, she has not got tuition in the English language, but published that though.
I wrote back to her, telling her that I love the name of JASMIN for my cartoon series and I knew already that the English word IS Jasmine, but I prefer to use «Jasmin» for my cartoon series, this name sounds firm and stronger in my 11 years old ears.

Must be added here that poetess SSK on Poetfreak.Com created the Tribute JASMIN for my Birthday on the 14th of November 2015 and at that time, on that moment, she was with me in my country, in my home, she saw in the backyard the sight of the lovely hedge with the Ivy. She stayed in my home for three months (the longest a person may stay, rules from the Dutch Government) . What I wanna tell you is, that SSK had also seen my Cartoons titled JASMIN and the Ivy hedge in my backyard. I was very happy with her Tribute on my Birthday. That was truly a Big Surprise. I have still my cartoons due to my only bro, he had kept that for me and gave them (all those Youth Section papers) to me personally when he came to NL. About this Tribute poetess, SSK created and published for me on Poetfreak, you Sir, must know.

I was happiest at that time since Mrs. Aimée Lyssen published my cartoon series in 3 or 4 sequels. Text and drawings by Sylvia Tjan pronounced as «Chan». The cartoon you can see here are the First and Second Sequel. Readable here on the picture.

For you to know. The cartoon series goes about
the Unhappy Princess in the Far Far Away Land of Jasminia
in the ancient year of 1143. Its Title: JASMIN.
These cartoon series were published in the Youth Section of The Java Bode Newspaper. I still have the original Youth Section Newspapers, my bro kept them for me when I moved to the NL and gave them back as I was settled in the new residence. Can you imagine: he is such a precise caring person that he had kept all the personal things I left e.g. drawings, aquarelles, diary, pieces of papers with my notes and poems.

This OPEN MESSAGE, OPEN LETTER is Submitted
Anno Domini the 19th of October 2018 —
at 9.51 hrs A.M. West-European Time.

PLUS-ADDITION:
I got the title «Wonder Jasmine» from Master Poet Kumarmani Mahakul Sir here on Poem Hunter Poem Site. I am humbled, honoured and happiest. Published Today on PoemHunter Poem Site and at this hour.

I cite here the First two Stanza of the Poem
«Attention To Titles Of Honour (Part-1)»
Master poet Kumarmani Mahakul Sir published
on the 30th of September 2018 — In his residence in India.

The First two Stanzas are:

Attention! Attention! Attention!
Oh dear poets and visitors all,
Attention you pay towards titles,
Towards this poem of notification,
Honourable titles are conferred,
To few of our fellow poet friends,
A chapter of new recognition starts.

A title of honour to Sylvia Frances Chan
This is given as, «Wonder Jasmine, »
From today on-wards she will be known as
Wonder Jasmine Sylvia Frances Chan,
Honour is offered to her by grace of God.

I am humbled, honoured and happiest.
Published Today on PoemHunter Poem Site and at this hour.