Moral Stories -The Dog The Rooster And The Fox

The Dog The Rooster And The Fox

A Dog and a Rooster, who were the best of friends, wished very much to see something of the world. So they decided to leave the farmyard and to set out into the world along the road that led to the woods. The two comrades traveled along in the very best of spirits and without meeting any adventure to speak of.

At nightfall the Rooster, looking for a place to roost, as was his custom, spied nearby a hollow tree that he thought would do very nicely for a night's lodging. The Dog could creep inside and the Rooster would fly up on one of the branches. So said, so done, and both slept very comfortably.

With the first glimmer of dawn the Rooster awoke. For the moment he forgot just where he was. He thought he was still in the farmyard where it had been his duty to arouse the household at daybreak. So standing on tip-toes he flapped his wings and crowed lustily. But instead of awakening the farmer, he awakened a Fox not far off in the wood. The Fox immediately had rosy visions of a very delicious breakfast. Hurrying to the tree where the Rooster was roosting, he said very politely:

"A hearty welcome to our woods, honored sir. I cannot tell you how glad I am to see you here. I am quite sure we shall become the closest of friends."

"I feel highly flattered, kind sir," replied the Rooster slyly. "If you will please go around to the door of my house at the foot of the tree, my porter will let you in."

The hungry but unsuspecting Fox, went around the tree as he was told, and in a twinkling the Dog had seized him.

MORAL OF THE STORY:
Those who try to deceive may expect to be paid in their own coin. 

'HARMONY' POEMS BY ZEENAT IQBAL HAKIMJEE, BE PUSHY, FRIEND. WHEN REQUIRED

BE PUSHY, FRIEND. WHEN REQUIRED

In the line of bill payers at the bank,
As the fairer sex,
If sick don't just be blank
"Ladies first", "excuse me11, "before you please"
For deals with unpaid bills,
Ask for goods back, threat if you will,
Repeat the request for a job.
You may make it from the mob,
Instead of standing, share the seat on the bus
Isn1t it much better than making a fuss,
Whatever you do during tug-o-war, do not push
the rope
Or you'll be the laughing stock amidst cries of,
"What a dope",

Sometimes an obstacle comes in the way,
Sometimes it is smooth going all the way,
Lifes ups and downs add to its totality,
Lending to it an air of immortality.

HARMONY' POEMS BY ZEENAT IQBAL HAKIMJEE, COURTSHIP BETWEEN THE CAT AND THE CROW

COURTSHIP BETWEEN
THE CAT AND THE CROW

My backyard is livened up
By the cat and the crow.
From a distance they for each other
A liking show.
Caw Caw, Meow Meow they hark & howl.
A din enough, to disturb the neighbouring fowl
Both of them perched on the dustbin.
Turn by turn.
Waiting for a morsel, from the kitchen to return.
Up goes the left over meat, in the air,
What ensues would ashame 'The battle for the
chair

HARMONY' POEMS BY ZEENAT IQBAL HAKIMJEE, WHAT’S COOKING

WHAT’S COOKING

la Ra Rum go the prancing, dancing,
Flames of the stove,
Amused by this scenario, is the meat
Being cooked above.
The groin softens to the warmth of the fire,
With the cabbage and potato.
It forms an empire.
The unveiling of the platter,
Reveals, fit for a king, matter.
Copied from television this recipe
Is a treat, When near and dear ones,
Altogether do meet.

'HARMONY' POEMS BY ZEENAT IQBAL HAKIMJEE,

I FELT CHEATED

She was single and lonely,
All of her belonged to me;
At the corner of the building
Looking like a bride,
I spotted her needing
Help at her side
Chivalrously I opted
To do the needful,
She seemed thoroughly pleased
And blissful:
Then suddenly a car stopped by her,
With door flung open.
A man sat inside.
With wide open arms which did her beckon.
Alas; To my dismay, i was left alone,
Near me no more now, but an illusion.

'HARMONY' POEMS BY ZEENAT IQBAL HAKIMJEE, MOMENTS OF BLISS

MOMENTS OF BLISS

The mild rays filtering
Through the tree;
The winter sun beaming
In glee,
The lush green grass
Beneath me,
Forming a carpet softly;
The birds chirping in the trees,
The insects frolicking from here to there
The morning dew drops thinning in the warm air;
An apple in my hand
I keep the doctor away;
What more can one ask for
I to myself say.

'HARMONY' POEMS BY ZEENAT IQBAL HAKIMJEE, JOY AND SORROW

JOY AND SORROW

The begum dashes by in -
- Her flashing car,
To meet a companion at -
- A destination afar.
At a meeting point
In a parlour,
Five boys voraciously
In a corner ice Cream devour,
The silk saris and golden bangles
Glittering in the light,
The high heels and the leather purses
Presenting a sight;
The beggar in his torn
and tattered assemblage,
Spreads out his palm
And asks for patronage.

'HARMONY' POEMS BY ZEENAT IQBAL HAKIMJEE, CONFESSIONS OF A TERRORIST

CONFESSIONS OF A TERRORIST

Possessed by the devil,
I strode out to do evil.
With enmity written large on my face,
Somebody has to be dad in deaths embrace.
Just yesterday a child became an orphan,
And a couple were worried by the ransoms burden.
The fetters of depression behold the city,
Where everyday criminals like me enter captivity.
Karachi, Karachi of yore
Shall hot surface will not surface
Whilst I trigger my double barrel bore.

'HARMONY' POEMS BY ZEENAT IQBAL HAKIMJEE, TO EACH HIS OWN

TO EACH HIS OWN

May I have enough tolerance,
Not to take offence;
At whatever character trait
The other may portray:
If he does not possess....
....A sense of humour
Or enjoys spreading
Every once in a while....
A rumour.
Enjoys coming late,
Or does not felicitate.
Why does that foul my mood?
When I sometimes am up to no good.
Do I not see reason,
In the coming season;
What harm can
A living, loving soul,
Do to my whole?
If God has pronounced
The Day of Judgement,
To account for every one's temperament,
Who am I to be displeased,
When somehodv does that or this.

'HARMONY' POEMS BY ZEENAT IQBAL HAKIMJEE, INNOCENCE 2

INNOCENCE 2
Huddled close by, yet far from the fire blazing.
Watching the cinders creating in the light, the night,
Hush, hush in subdued tones they sat whispering,
The vegetation surrounding them swaying, to and fro
in the door,
The draft humming and wheezing through the cracks,
In the corner, the phone as silent as a graveyard,
The settee and settlers comfortable in its warn embrace
,
Victorian paintings in the background, depicting grace,
The image of romance portrayed,
Tring, tring, the bell of the telephone sounds,
The wife speaks to her husband’s company,
Suspicions aroused, seething with rage and jealously,
She bangs the phone and envisages the courts,
Breaking the bond of trust that friendship is all about,
Between man and woman so clean and so pure,
Yet so distant and aloof to the short sighted.

'HARMONY' POEMS BY ZEENAT IQBAL HAKIMJEE, BUZZ OFF TELEPHONE

BUZZ OFF TELEPHONE

Be hold and me apprise
Of the current inflation and rise
In atta prices and the general
And of course dowries too
Acquaint you I shall with the
So called water and loo
Escapism with my telephone
From the hullabaloo
Hi, Hullo, how do you do?
Hadn't we just met
Before an hour or two
Serves me right
If it was hate at first sight,
Out a sight, sorry upright, my telephone
Bill read
Not in units, tens but in hundreds

'HARMONY' POEMS BY ZEENAT IQBAL HAKIMJEE, LIVE AND LET LIVE

LIVE AND LET LIVE

You took her out to the
Cosy restaurant for dinner,
I was vociferous in-my appeal,
For you as sinner.
Social taboos should never erect
A wall between us,
Otherwise our relationship
Will take a turn for the disastrous,
My catty instincts
Were aroused by your-
Blast of voice
If only I could have told myself
Never mind, its his choice.
The norm of the day is
Follow a strict diet
A pound here or there will not
A tremendous impact
Make on the weight
Live and let live,
Take and learn to give.

'HARMONY' POEMS BY ZEENAT IQBAL HAKIMJEE, LIFES UPS AND DOWNS

LIFES UPS AND DOWNS
As the mountaineer up the mountain ascends,
Traversing the path that he will have to descend.
At the sight, an ordinary man
Would have shuddered.
Up hills and pitfalls, All a part of life.
Whether it is easy going or only strife.
Sometimes an obstacle comes in the way,
Sometimes it is smooth going all the way,
Lifes ups and downs add to its totality,
Lending to it an air of immortality.

'HARMONY' POEMS BY ZEENAT IQBAL HAKIMJEE, DEATH UNKNOWN

DEATH UNKNOWN
After death the era seems
Bleak and dreary,
Woven around it an aura of mystery.
Will I have to repent for my sins,
Or will I be classed divine.
All questions answered at the
mercy of time-
Will I be in Gods domain.
Or will me be, Satan slain,
If I knew distinctly I would
Have an upper hand.
God rules supremely over the
Law of the land.
I am afraid of the outcome of death
Will it or will it not be as I suggest

'HARMONY' POEMS BY ZEENAT IQBAL HAKIMJEE, BEYOND THE GRASP

BEYOND THE GRASP
Take your outstretched hand,
See dreams of the promised land.
Butterflies in different colours.
Dive and leap and soar,
Honey and nectar on the doorstep,
Would one find such a place on the map.
Where no misery, no bitterness, no sorrow
Looking forward always to a better morrow.
This is what Utopia is all about,
Neither begged, borrowed nor bought

'HARMONY' POEMS BY ZEENAT IQBAL HAKIMJEE, ALL THAT GLITTERS IS GOLD

ALL THAT GLITTERS IS GOLD

The morning sun shines through the window,
Making the face beam and glow.
I suddenly feel the urge, to rise and shine.
My feelings take a turn, towards
The lofty and divine,
As I escape the barricade of my bed,
The wasted, whiled hours I now dread.
The sun has injected into me a Potion,
Which makes me want to drive into motion.
The golden globe warms the earth,
Returns the gaiety and the mirth.

'HARMONY' POEMS BY ZEENAT IQBAL HAKIMJEE, CHILDREN OF A LESSER GOD

CHILDREN OF A LESSER GOD

Walking about in torn and tattered clothes,
Looking messy with a running nose.
Crippled, unable to walk properly,
The arrogant man, looks at him disdainfully.
The other day the car almost ran her down,
As she leaped forward, begging For an aim,
Hand outstretched, unable to see,
In the sun, wearing dark glasses,
Makes him look shady.
For a cheap rate, They are bought,
Are they, Children of a Lesser God?

'HARMONY' POEMS BY ZEENAT IQBAL HAKIMJEE, MY WEAKNESS IS MY STRENGTH

MY WEAKNESS IS MY STRENGTH

If there can be appeal
In the scar on that face,
I will take my weakness
With a lot of grace,
If every tumble gives you a chance
To rise erect with a new stance,
When the going gets tough
The tough get going
Yesterday, I fell to-
Get up again and start moving.
In the classroom the young boy
From his neighbour snatched the toy.
The truck rammed into the car
With all its might,
Killed the occupants and threw
Them out a sight,
The sky roared with thunder
Scared stiff as they went down under.
My weakness shall he my strength,
May I never misuse it
Even for one moment.
The meek shall inherit the earth

'HARMONY' POEMS BY ZEENAT IQBAL HAKIMJEE, LIFE IS SACRED

LIFE IS SACRED

In the Garden, the blooming rose.
Tucked in the vase, in a pose.
The sweet fragrance, spread in the air,
Lending grace to an otherwise, room bizarre.
The rich red velvet of the petals.
The crowning glory of the green sepals.
The beauty of this natural piece,
Has at last now, withered and died;
Reminds one all the time,
Life should be lived to the brim,
In case this virtue is denied.

'HARMONY' POEMS BY ZEENAT IQBAL HAKIMJEE, RESORT TO QUILT

RESORT TO QUILT

The dark cold winter night,
Bring a shudder and a chill to the might
The star at a distance so high.
Part oblivious, because of the cloud in the sky,
The severe, pouring December rain,
From which even the umbrella covered, refrain.
I love to stay indoors,
And protect myself from the downpour.
I snuggle up warm and cozy in my eider-down
quilt,
Watching television, sipping coffee,
Plunged on my bed, with my pillow at a slight tilt