Thousand wishes I laid on your path
The one with pricking thorns
Flowers weren’t for me
For I resonate fragrance of similar splendor
But crushed often
In distilleries
Squeezed, crumbled
Ain’t life such
Forget the leisure
Treading difficult terrains
Is a trend in my nature
@soumya
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the delicate quill scribbles
lore of sordid life
amidst the society of racial protagonists and authoritarians
few drops emerge on the paper
red scarlet, yeah ! they are grievous tears
fallen by tormented excruciation.
the words sharp, pierce the autocratic system
which hath remained despotic since ages and years
..will the ink paint the page
and eyes of hypocrites in true colour
wiping away squalid tales
and etching a prognostic message
for mankind and humans…
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She is the mocking thrush
who on the high end branch
sings and perch
laughing at the world
on human errors…
Ah! she imitates in a hoarse voice
satirical,the cons of a
power game
and money launderers of
the affluent race
she hums the low note in tears
twitching her beak in anxiety…
hypocrisy ! thy name
of every face which dons the mask
while innocents become prey
to the hungry mouths of
greed and misery …
in melancholy ,she serenades
about the empty stomach of thousands
homeless shelter innumerable,
falter who on every path
while
a gory dagger butches
life
somewhere in the dark hours
echoes intermittently when the din of
explosion
haunting the survived ones;
wonders the mocking thrush:
“Oh! how I wish to sing a song
of love and serenity
shall I ever sing a tune
melodic and blissful”,
hiding amidst the camouflaged rue
Dim the hope , bleak appears the future in every grain of the field’s harvest rests the destiny of poor . while the ones who had a silver spoon hardly noticed the worth of a grain… a morsel was all… for a day, while the couple sleeps under the leaking roof of the shelter with a noise of roaring stomach in emptiness . One who grows the crop for millions feeds whose stock the children of everyone… he has the glass full of water until the morning sun dawns and he toils again till his last measure. The irony of life tonnes of food being thrown in spills as leftovers , in garbages, while the farmer remains famished .
Those extreme views which
ne’er hath profited mankind
shreds the skin with a scrape
such thoughts guile and uncanny
knoweth not
this is not progress.
worrying,the situation
the fiend views
filthy minds put all at stake…
how shall the human race survive
how doth this world be saved?
CHILD OF WORLD”S DESTINY
On streets forlorn
Walks the child, destitute
The infant of world’s destiny…
In rags torn
hungry and homeless
roaming through lanes
for a morsel!
The rulers sit on a lavish throne
speak high volumes of chore
actions fail to achieve
war and blasts kill
the child of world’s destiny
lives as a requiem…
From the gravels of the earth to the surface of the mantle,
Screams and demands every particle of dust,
Enough is enough!
Stop the turmoil and killings
That spreads throughout the air of pollution,
Hovering over the intoxicated breath
Of men,women and children,
crushing the delicate shrubs of innocence
What is this mayhem for!
Halt for a moment! Think !
does your heart really wants this?
close your eyes,feel the terror…
That which appears in a dying man feeble,
War, violence and royal feuds,
Wake up people! Wake up nations!
Is this a place which you have dreamt for ever!
Weapons, explosions have deafen the ears
atrocities of bloodshed …contaminate the
…atmosphere,
Awaken O! humans,
who slumber through the life
…in despair,
Kindle a flame in every heart of the sphere
sing and march against the deathly obscure
Rise, Rise , & Rise
It’s the Sunrise,
Let the golden rays dawn on earth
with a new hope and conviction,
Be humans!
O! inhuman souls …
The world awaits you… in despair.
soumyav 