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I am a beautiful man though once I was an ugly boy worms split at the advance of my sneakers they knew what was coming I never shared chocolate turned sour to spite me this is no caterpillar and cocoon
Earth is becoming something different, something more. For millions of years proto-humans strode its bounties until Homo sapiens arrived. Once here, humans took millennia incrementally building improving its lot in life. Step by step, developing new ways of improving, one
Welcome, welcome White dove The hatred wall That estranged cousins Have begun to fall When love Incarnated in white dove Started to fly high Over Ethiopian- Eritrean sky. Welcome, welcome White dove You are an antidote Border dispute to solve.
Our freedom began with the historic words At the midnight when the world sleeps India will awake we did wake to freedom It’s now the sixty ninth year of freedom But what sort of freedom is this A handful of those
Far away from mankind and society, far I wandered. Through bleak plains and screeching drums, Dragging along my body, weary from the residues of development, My eyes are sore from enduring all this mortal architecture that’s slowly diminishing in my rear
Duis went outside and changed. And then. Who can still sit funny. However, he wishes to the hotel, the laugh of the gate of life, words of condolence, novels. I do not have football. There is no rent-a-car like a
Let Freedom Ring from Extremity to Extremity. Freedom! Freedom! Freedom! The only word in the dictionary of liberty, water that nourishes the tree of liberty, Chlorophyll in every green plant, the photosynthesis of life. Freedom millions had sought and died
(1) At ‘Bab Al-nairab gate’,(1)on a pile of wet smoke, I meet a sackcloth, a muddy bear fur and two women; one holds by her amputated palm the tail of ‘Sayf Aldawla’s(2) robe, the other sings a rocky song. The
Though by birth born in a caste predominantly of business class where Goddess Lakshmi loves to reside, He grew up in the company of sacred caste predominantly of learned class where Goddess Saraswathi would settle Right from his tender age
The Saga Of Romance is a collection of romantic poems, mostly on metaphysical attachment, that may be helpful for younger generation in developing a better and healthy world. The poet’s style of writing comprises of forms like free verse, haiku, senryu, sonnet,
“HASAN MUSTAFA” my Sweet Valentine You always glitter you always shine Allah may shower bounties on you Always adopt the way that is true you abstain from that what is bad That is natural in you to never be sad
On my way to work, Whenever I pass through The Holy Trinity church, After a brief prayer, The tombstone of a martyr My eyes never fail to search As his eulogies sensitive cords Are sure to touch! I admire The
My fellow Americans, The hour is dark. Hence I stand before you With a heavy heart. Something is coming, Something man has never seen – An attack lacking precedent Within the pages of history. As you all well know, We
For ages Saddled with Domestic chores Confined indoors With a traditional muzzle Devoid of a voice With fellow housewives We were sweltering Under the class And gender yoke Seen weak though We were strong as a rock. Things taking A
Forged while in utero (the crucible concocting conception), the fluke of biology begat me – a happy go lucky boy, whose vulnerable uber travails susceptibly sprung sly as Tennessee Williams hip cat on a hot tin roof, where the faux
why do you question something that is understood why do you question someone who will not understand why do you wail when no one hears you scream why do you love when love doesn’t exist what has become of you
Here I stand, on the land where you wish me to dig my own grave with few seeds in my clenched fists hiding them from your glance Watching you write on my gravestone a name you gave me, ‘Frailty’, though
The air was thin, while the room was hot, My eyes scanning, spotting the warm glow of a dress, She whizzed and whirled, her youthful gait attendant to my plot, Two legs in unison, eyes like gilded jewels, breasts like
The endless miles apart Cannot still their beating hearts The power of their love Carried on the wings of a dove Their smiles when together Tell a story of their own Carefree and contented Together they have grown The toils
Up there, the mind of saints is telegnostic And thought is superluminally telepathic; Via sensorial communications anomalous Gnosis and mind are venially synonymous. All is public fare; the personal life is dead And every thought you surfed in your head
The absent moon in a tea cup without milk. Lips reaching moon like a reprimand. A spider’s kiss. Unmothered story, contempt untitled: Surface-tension. The speed of space in motion like winter smoke. The sun buried the snow in your eyes.
God made the world for you and me Let us go travel discover and see Beautiful Oceans,Rivers, and Lakes Deserts, Jungles and Valleys of green Animals of a variety you have never seen Flowers will dance in a fairy way
Well something of a Blair Witch documentary The three of us on dark, dark October night We parked our car and took our flashlights Deep into the pitch black woods trying to prove Or disprove the legend of the ghost
A self-protecting game was going on. After the paternity test there was slow burning inside the moon. Earth heaved a big sigh. Blackwater was making a muddy sound. Embroidery was fading aftermoon. I open the window to uncover the chill.
”Au revoir” , said the Sun with a smile Sliding down the western horizon Painted in gold and crimson all over Richer than ever in its glamour My gaze followed it till the moment It was no longer visible on
Successful people Do not learn English, French, German, Spanish, Italian, Russian, Chinese, Japanese, Latin, Or, any other language! They Do not speak English, French, German, Spanish, Italian, Russian, Chinese, Japanese, Latin Or, any other language! They learn How to make
We don’t come alone We are fire, we are stone inside of me grasping trying to reach forth the silence etched inside my brain strength comes from within to reach my faithful friend Black knights with evil wizards draw bridges
When life hits, it doesn’t pull its punches; It hits harder than you would think but is not as bad as you would perceive. When you are withdrawn from its reach it will eventually catch up, and like an angry
Oh infidels! Beg the Almighty to keep the Innocents in eternal bliss. For even one of them awakens, retribution will be so just, that the devil himself will tremble, and the darkest ravines of hell will offer no solace. Please
A miserable hospital scene, with shouts and painful sobs, With fractures, wounds and injuries of various calamities, And my friend, one among them, cancerous, with no hope, Not weeping, but talking and laughing, as he was, years back, In our
Dawn left bare bones Gave her his cruel temper, he, whom no one had ever loved Virgin’s blood shed not for pleasure but for body senses lust Flare of fire, modern world burnt Fugitives from Orion hide on Milky Way