With rage and pain
I am burning with aggressiveness and rage
I feel like helpless bird and confined to steel cage
I dash against its iron wall and strike
Alas! I could have something to spike
Females have suffered since ages
Lived under donation and helplessly managed
I am at pain to know about what is going on
Ladies are still hunted and claimed as prize won
We can understand about the orthodox views
It might have been held permanently by few
Still younger generation tend to bow against pressure
Surrender to parental blackmail and endure
I look upon them as coward
As they lack good conduct and courage to look forward
But why am I saying all this for no reason?
Any body might feel aggressive and question as an individual or person
We have not objected to considering us as sex symbol
We too have not taken seriously the indiscriminate calls
But has taken it to heart when some mad man throws acid!
On face to disfigure her appearance and make almost dead
I have fearlessly presented these matters in the entire women forum
Taken up vigorously to give legal shape with life imprisonment as minimum
How can civilized person resort to such an animal like behavior?
When world has moved ahead and we are still living under fear
I am just symbol for millions like me
Who are suffering cruelty and criminals roam free?
The girl looses not only her feminist asset
But put to shame and undergo pain offered by fate
I have no regret for being female
But would certainly want others to regale
Roam and move freely under no threat
Meet whomever they want and joyfully greet
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There's Pain on the Faces
There's pain on the faces,
A hunted look of despair,
Once again,
Have you no shame
Do you feel no pain?
The queues have grown
Of the dirty and dispossessed
Once again,
Have you no shame
Do you feel no pain?
The scared and the lonely
Have no where to go,
Once again,
Have you no shame
Do you feel no pain?
Will take you to the soup kitchens,
Make you stand in line,
Talk to the dispossessed, the lost
Have you no shame,
Do you feel no pain?
Were we here?
When she stood in the rubble
Declaring regeneration
A new dawn for us all.
Have you no shame,
Do you feel no pain?
Take your millions,
Do what you want with it
No one cares
We have no sympathy
For those who feel no shame,
Do you still feel no pain?
© 2012
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Pain
Pain—sharpen but yet dull and painless.
So numb to the pain given to my body that instead of rejecting it, my heart automatically accepts the pain.
Like medicine to the soul, pain seems to be my healer.
Pain seems to bring together life and death.
Pain seems to soothe the soul because without Pain I would be weak: timid: short: and unfulfilled.
You see pain is needed to make a person stronger.
Pain is needed to make a person un-afraid of hurt.
Pain is needed to make a person stand up, be proud and walk tall because they are more certain of the future.
Pain is needed to make one feel more fulfilled.
All because of these feelings my heart becomes full but it brings me back to the root cause: PAIN.
This 4 letter word causes hearts to be crushed relentlessly. It dishevels emotions once grounded and bruises egos. Pain.
Pain. My painkiller.
Pain. My happy endings.
Pain. My way out.
Pain. My life.
poem by Crystal Tutson
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In my own cage
I am prisoner in my own cage
I have no courage to write down on page
It may amount to disgrace
I shall have no courage to face
I am not sure about other people
They may be clever and able
I am still feeling shy of admitting
I can have no moral courage of committing
It may be known drawback
Still it is felt by and spoken at the back
It consciously bites and hurts
When we receive short reply and very curt
How can I look out side world for help?
When I am totally helpless and unable to sleep
It engulfs me with torturous feeling
I am afraid and still unwilling
I may gather the strength to come out sincerely
Such a stage had never occurred to me and faced rarely
I am still confident that I may do it fairly
I see dark clouds at distance very clearly
Let me gear up for any eventuality
I think that will reflect well on my ability
Nothing should be considered sent by heavenly or Godly
I shall gain confidence and face it boldly
Let me brace up for future challenge
Have enough guts to face and manage
I think self defeat is grave sign
One must pick up boldly and resign
It does not require good use of words
One must think positive and look forward
I think I am lacking that punch and drive
That is why I fear the sea to make deep dive
It is pity and self built fear
Why person should feel guilty with tears?
It has nothing to do with individual’s nature
One must analyze self and try to secure
I am person of little defeatist tendency
I know it is not good but suffer its frequency
It is obstacle in progress and real hindrance
One must think over it and give more importance
I must try to lend my ears and listen to what others might say
I should not keep aloof and prefer isolation to remain away
It is one of the saddest things if one confines to dark
It is bad sign and not considered as good art
I shall mix with natural surrounding
Visit in open air and start to correspond
As I am natural lover and very fond
There will be natural appeal from colorful fishes of pond
If they can live peacefully and with freedom within
I am human being with lots of areas to swim
Free in take of air and vast areas to roam
Let me change myself completely along with flower’s boom
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Dead And Gone
In years from now when I am dead and gone
Will people read the words that I had wrote
If they do will they agree with what they read
And if so truly, understand the feelings I had spoke.
Will they feel the pain and suffering that I felt
In the many days of my own life
Maybe they will etch my feelings inside their soul
And If so, I wonder for me if they will cry.
I wonder if anyone will go into a deep thought
After reading the words that I had spoke
And then will they think and understand that feeling too
While inside their soul or heart a memory I will had awoke.
Maybe they will be with me in those lonesome nights
When my soul and I felt so very alone
When I couldn't sleep so I had to write
While my soul stayed stationary, but my mind it did roam.
And will they feel the pain that I did feel
With every line that I suffered as I did write
Will they shed a tear that my lover never shed for me
While she was always in my heart and in my sight.
And when they finish my book and close it shut
Will they reflect my feelings as they walk away
Will they say they know the pain that I have felt
As they too had felt it in their very own days.
Will they cry the tears that was never cried for me
As they go searching for my last resting place
To give the sympathy they might say I deserve
While trying to visualize my soul through my face.
If they look and find and then walk unto my grave
I wander for me if i will receive long forgotten grieving
Telling me how sad and the pity they hold for me
After reading my words, maybe they will start believing.
And maybe they will walk to the graves of the others
The ones who did me wrong and who sealed my fate
Who made me the poet whom I had to become
Will they tell them their souls, and living they do hate.
So as I finish writing with these last few thoughts
I hope forever my words and feelings will continue on
As I know I am not alone and my pain is not fastened to me
But really who will know, until I am dead and gone.
Randy L. McClave
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World Weight
There a real fine line where thing get out of hand
Everyone looks up to you like your the man with the plan
Helping one after another so they can be at ease
And never show the problems that bring you to your knees
Feeling like an outkast that society dont need
Still cant get over that your dad got up and leaved
Trying to make it through life, but this game will never end
Still wondering just how many friends
One person need to lose or get stab in the back
Always compensating for the thing that you lack
Never knowing when someone will fully understand
Just how different you are of a person
Still never let the world see or feel your pain
Looking inner deep inside so you can maintain
Rage, anger, fury all bottle up within
Trying with all might, but it hard to pretend
How can this be
There no difference between one person or another
All can die just like all others
Why must things seem like it left to fate
But for now I guess I will deal with the
World Weight
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Enough of liberty
I have taken enough of liberty
Even though I was always blessed by almighty
I could trust little less and worry more
Life was proving difficult therefore
We always term life as precious
But do nothing to move in one direction continuous
Create doubts and leave the efforts in between
Such an apathy is not understood or seen
When you trust Him and surrender?
You have no other choice than to wonder
He is in every living or non living object
Taking whole responsibility for any for the acts
We are living on borrowed space
We have only identity as dark face
It is as blank as any other object
People may love it or simply reject
We have evil mind to wonder
Force us unnecessarily to think over and ponder
When it is known that life is like bubble?
Why life should be made mystery or puzzle?
If we take the body as simple medium or symbol
There should be no difficulty in scaling the wall
There will definitely be the solution on other side
You got to believe Him and positively decide
There is no let up from His side if you have honesty
Every step should be taken in anticipation and not as hasty
Even if result remains unknown for some reasons
You have every reason to feel elated as happy person
There is no count down or dead line
Carry on so long you feel o.k. and fine
No one on earth can help if you are running out of favor
But still take on it as lovely moment with honor
No one knows the exact reason for our continuity
It is useless to point out or term it as futility
Life has every message in it to read and follow
If tide is not in your favor the n prefer to lie low
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Love Is Limitless
Neither love is limited to an individual
Nor can it be taken as normal or casual
It is sort of fulfillment if got right companion
A strong bond to develop and form a union
May be it is divine feeling that pulls us towards
Make person to surrender unconditionally and look forward
If all goes well then it becomes easy to adjust in life
As generally happens, girl takes over responsibility and acts as wife
Many promises are given before marriage and repeated
The intention is to reassure and never meant to be cheated
Yet it faces rough weather and unusual things take place
Both get entangled and sometimes sadness takes over on the face
Life is tied to knot and that becomes holy link
All memorable events are inscribed in heart with ink
That makes life altogether different and worthwhile
All events go serially and later on forms as memory file
I was not lucky enough to catch him as prize
It shocked me and shattered my dream with total surprise
He declined to accept me and offered unbearable accusations
This was enough to halt the phase and to rethink of relation
I was under the sky again with silver moon at its zenith
My anxiety was increasing with halt in breaths
Heart was skipping a beat and all hell was let loose
I failed to judge my partner and there was some lapse to choose
He was very reasonable person but deceived me at crucial time
What had to think about him and offer anything sometime?
He blew me into pieces and created place for isolation
There was tragic end with no direction to search in relation
In corner I wept for burial of good relation and acquaintance
We were known for exemplary relation and was sighted as good instance
Alas! Fate played a mischief to prove how helpless we were?
If that was destined to take place then only it could take somewhere
I rubbed off tears and came out in open as steel woman
I might have felt bad but after all will have to act as human
Life can be moved on trust and respect for each other
Things may develop suddenly and lead you to bother
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Love Is Not Limited
Neither love is limited to an individual
Nor can it be taken as normal or casual
It is sort of fulfillment if got right companion
A strong bond to develop and form a union
May be it is divine feeling that pulls us towards
Make person to surrender unconditionally and look forward
If all goes well then it becomes easy to adjust in life
As generally happens, girl takes over responsibility and acts as wife
Many promises are given before marriage and repeated
The intention is to reassure and never meant to be cheated
Yet it faces rough weather and unusual things take place
Both get entangled and sometimes sadness takes over on the face
Life is tied to knot and that becomes holy link
All memorable events are inscribed in heart with ink
That makes life altogether different and worthwhile
All events go serially and later on forms as memory file
I was not lucky enough to catch him as prize
It shocked me and shattered my dream with total surprise
He declined to accept me and offered unbearable accusations
This was enough to halt the phase and to rethink of relation
I was under the sky again with silver moon at its zenith
My anxiety was increasing with halt in breaths
Heart was skipping a beat and all hell was let loose
I failed to judge my partner and there was some lapse to choose
He was very reasonable person but deceived me at crucial time
What had to think about him and offer anything sometime?
He blew me into pieces and created place for isolation
There was tragic end with no direction to search in relation
In corner I wept for burial of good relation and acquaintance
We were known for exemplary relation and was sighted as good instance
Alas! Fate played a mischief to prove how helpless we were?
If that was destined to take place then only it could take somewhere
I rubbed off tears and came out in open as steel woman
I might have felt bad but after all will have to act as human
Life can be moved on trust and respect for each other
Things may develop suddenly and lead you to bother
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Believe the eyes
“It is only you and no one else”
I couldn’t believe the eyes
She was speaking with stateless mind
She was innocent but too wild
She was staring in my eyes and probing
She said nothing but started sobbing
She had little fear in mind about desertion
She was bothering too much about the question
I would not commit straight away
As I was unsure of destiny and clear way
I had traveled all along to console
She has, I thought, to play major role
It hunted me several days to find the truth
Even I had no inkling or any proof
She was coming with various facts
I thought she was bluffing with the acts
It is not good to deceive the conscious
It is of no use if you claim to be pious
Your act and behavior should fall in line
It can then only look exemplary and fine
I caught her hand and allowed to speak
She had gone pale and looked very weak
She could hardly speak few words and kept silent
I waited for her to come out clear and comment
She would stare at sky
Look in my eyes and will not ask why
I was puzzled and did not dare
She again looked down but did not stare
Now it was my turn to feel guilty
She was in pain and deserved pity
She was marvelous and symbol of beauty
But today she really deserved no sympathy
She was there by her own
Neither helpless nor with frown
But represented bold front with absolute integrity
I realized this is her actual strength and purity
How could she make it known without a word?
I think females are gifted with tolerance from lord
They will not retaliate even if forced with compulsion
The answer is found then and there without posing question
I have no soft corner for females
But they are certainly way ahead of males
They can come to a extreme end for struggle
Life mystery is solved without any puzzle
I did not press further for her approval
She was fully contended with my arrival
She had nothing special to complain
Her eyes merely looked at me not to cause pain
Today I am under sky probing my attitude
She was graceful and rich with her gratitude
I was no where near her to match the quality
We are human being and must check all the possibility
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Still A Woman
How can one feel good with gender discrimination?
When all sorts of abuses are openly advocated and thrust upon
this assumes greater degree of recognition when it is racially oriented
not a word about atrocity is said or lamented
How do I feel as woman in such matter?
Is it not the global concern or subject matter?
One can come to the conclusion and draw the inference
how many countries still suffer in its presence?
Skin color is their main enemy and source of indignation
People may want their company for sexual relation
Women are considered to be a sex symbol
Even today they have to suffer a lot and face the call
Women can't be raised to dignified level
In many countries they have done exceedingly well
Yet many countries subject them to cruelty and humiliation
They have always faced indignity with existence in question
Time and again it has been warned for their condition
Several laws are in force that causes intimidation
There is lot more yet to be done for their enlistment
Women all over world have strengthened the movement
Nature has given them weak role to play
Even thought they have functioned in peaceful way
Some of the women had to under go male domination
Yet that has not upset the existing relation
Any role for women must lead to their safety
Status and position should be given as per their capacity
We have not liberated them in real sense
Domination has still remained with its essence
How can we play decisive role for their honor?
The most important impediments are cast, creed and color
The race and religion is also not lagging behind
We got to give serious consideration and find
No doubts females can ever be equated with that of males
Yet they have succeeded in many fields and not failed
They have come out with impressive records
We can certainly think about it and look forward
World has yet to recognize their skill and grant equal status
Even though they are coming up fast in our radius
Still more is needed to be done for improving their standard
We have to look beyond and not backward
There is no denying fact that women have suffered in all the ages
We have kept them under captivity and poorly managed
We have done nothing to alleviate their sufferings
Even though they have come up of their own offering
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Giving In To The Pain
world not all that it seems,
it's a cruel place,
where things happen,
without an explanation,
i use to think there was a reason,
to why things happen,
now...i don't know what to think,
nothing is making sense,
i want a way out,
but don't know how,
i'm sick of dealing with pain,
it something i can't control,
but, it seem to stick to me like tape,
in some shape or form,
i think of one way out,
just to be free,
from this life i call prison,
nothing seem to change,
life still gets the best of me,
sometimes family can't understand,
to them,
i'm not suffering,
it's all in my head,
to them,
i'm just crazy,
because i'm different in a way,
they just don't understand,
i doubt that they ever will,
i'm doing everything i can,
just to seem fine,
they don't know,
i'm missing everything in my life,
my happiness i had in life,
everything i had going for me,
i would trade life,
just so i won't feel this pain,
i know life has pain,
why this much?
what the point?
i'm hating myself more,
should i just give in?
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11-18-09
poem by Mona Martinez
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Gentleman Manner
He was drunk and unconscious
Knew nothing what had made him famous
It was excessive drink and no control over action
People used to hate him with hostile reaction
He was kind at heart but no gentleman like manner
In this civilized he was just new and beginner
He always took care not to disturb any one
This was the only reason he was least hated one
No one has been successful so far
To come out of old habits and shine like star
Doe he not know that it was ruining his reputation?
He knew it well but had little hesitation
Every day he will take oath not to drink
But strong urge may make him to sink
He will resort to same old habit
Drink more to loose control and faint
'I want to improve' he told me in person
He was helpless and cited many reasons
Some thing serious had taken place
He wanted to escape from intense chase
He was punishing himself and suffering
He had nothing else for offering
He will fold the hand and request
Apologize for bad conduct and wish the best
Everybody liked his behavior
He was kind and known for good humor
I always sided with him for his bad habit
Otherwise he was good man and as human very much fit
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Lost and forgotten
Why are we so helpless and fear death?
It scares me even with idea of laying wreath?
What sort of sad scene to send tears down!
Person may be altogether lost and forgotten
God decided to introduce it as final resort
He did not think of any steps for person to deport
It was left to be decided by individual concern
Everybody was expected to come back or return
If it was left to person’s choice
Then he would never have preferred death or demise
He should have gone for all the remedies
Even would have created wall of children and ladies
God feared some thing of this nature may come up
The human being will not yield to any set up
Death could create permanent fear in the mind
So this was the easiest way of deterrence to find
Some day he may develop the sense of going closer
Pray for reprieve, donate generously and not act as miser
The wealth may create the sense of insecurity and force to seek
The blessings from the God before he may start falling sick
Not all the wealthy, influential or powerful men fear death
There is no discrimination mentioned in any of the faith
Names are given with different indication but meaning same
They will be shocked to find it when finally come
Those who surrender and wish to lead happy life
May matter less to them if caused by nature, sickness or edge of knife
This is only cycle that has been made for all
Even Prophets, Messiahs and even lord had to respond to the call
This is formidable weapon and most dangerous
It sways, stays and plays havoc continuous
No one can dare to take extreme steps in anticipation
Either it has full commitment or enough participation
Think for a moment the unruly scene in the absence of death
No one will be afraid of any consequences including wrath
The human will kill human and keep under domination
As he will have no fear of answering any question
The death of near one makes him to wonder little
For a moment he will be shocked and feel unsettled
This will make him feel the futility of life as such
He may get wind out of it and involve not much
The person can be purified with little admission
Guilty feeling may push him toward confusion
If can surrender or feel so towards the end
There may be enough of scope to feel sad and mend
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Steal My Heart
She asked me if I could steal her soul,
I told her if I did I would never let it go
I would keep it in a cage beside my heart
Then every day I'd know we wouldn't be apart.
The feelings that she felt I'd feel them to
The wonders she'd seek, them I would do
Passions of hers they would also be mine
A man in this world and my own soul would shine.
If I could only keep her soul in a cage
Then I would feel love and no more rage
I would see the beauty from another person's eyes
It would give me joy and warmth as my prize.
All men are born with one soul and one life
Sadly many walk alone through sadness and strife
But this man walks through life with an empty cart
How I wish I had her soul in a cage next to my heart.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Females behind success
I dare not violate the woman’s modesty
It will be pure injustice and no honesty
The clouds may look dark and atmosphere little misty
But all this can be termed as impure and dirty
They have come into being of their own
God has given them delicate figure to maintain
If they look good and beautiful not their fault
Almighty has placed caring heart too and kept as inbuilt
How do we roam freely with joy in garden?
The flowers of all colors have emerged all of sudden
It is their presence to be felt in nice environment
Do they not deserve nice eyes to look at with comments?
I am fascinated with the way they open up and boom
They may not look that beautiful when decorated in room
They may add beauty and nicely adore
But we need to do something more
We appreciate feminist out look and touch
We do take care and appreciate very much
I love being very near to them and present
All that I could do without any reservation and not resent
I feel we have great and caring heart like female
In some of the fields they have outwitted males
Females have proved great artists and poets
Remain in doors still all fronts keeping very quiet
So much to learn from their feminist look and nature
They are great philosopher even if not fully matured
The motherly and caring nature all that very much assure
At least I feel honestly secured of near future
We may have different character inbuilt
We may show favor and make some tilt
Still they outsmart us in every field and make move
They have made their presence known and need not prove
Time and again it is male very clear
I hear it number of times and pleases ears
All stories about them have vanished like yesteryears
They are dear alright but so much to be afraid of or fear
They are submissive but not to the extent beyond limit
They have dedication and will power to show and exhibit
We can not be unsecured or unsafe in their orbit
It will be too naïve to disregard or praise little bit
We are soft and fragile on women
Even though we are wild animal but appear as strong man
Not all the men derive their strength from women partners
Still they remain as driving force to be reckoned with care
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Just let Go
I knew of torment once
so long ago, was that me back then
suffering in pain, I was forced to do things
I could never remember
I was forced to be someone
outside of my own
I don’t like to say
or remember back then
how it hurt me to even just breath
the agony you feel the pain unreal
how can a child bear witness
to this torment and pain
to be torn into two
like a rag doll of old
the memories are real
they made me a women of today
but to block out the terror
the screams and hands
that lay waste to my soul
its more than I can bare
its more than I can say
how to make you understand
the innocence of a child
taken from them without remorse
without regret and the child not knowing
she was too young to know
of the horrors drawn from her that day
not understanding she would live
she would breath only to live her life
like a zombie instead
but the torture of living
and breathing each day
was something she learned
alone in the dark never really knowing
all she had to do was reach out and touch
loved ones and friends
So where do you say
you know agony and pain
have you lived through a year
of torture and pain
Have you been held so tight
you can’t breathe you can’t move
you move to your left your crushed real tight
you move to your right your crushed tighter still
then a hand covers mouth
stopping you to scream or shout
then hear every day don’t tell or be dead
I’ve walked away from this memory of old
and I've learnt to be strong
and just let it go
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One Reason Why I Do Love Women
Of Arrogant males I have grown tired I meet one or two every day
One reason why I do love women is that they are different to men in every way
We would have less wars if women were leaders and a far better World to live in
With females in positions of power pragmatism would have a big win
We need women as World leaders women who have in them empathy
For most women than men far more caring they see the good in humanity
And women as a whole than men less aggressive a good woman would never rule by fear
Most crimes against humanity are committed by the male kind
many of which we do read of and hear
That women seen as inferior to men in some cultures does seem such a sad thing to say
The arrogant and ignorant of patriarchal societies respect to their women don't pay
There is something wrong and dysfunctional in a Human World
of inequality
We need women in positions of power at least that's how it does seem to me
So lets drink a toast to all women their contribution to World peace not small
And lets drink to every good person as well as to a fair go for all.
poem by Francis Duggan
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The Pain Is Worth It!
If ones heart has never felt hurt
Than ones heart can never feel love.
Ones heart has to be shattered before ones heart can be put back together.
That person will pick up the pieces and make ones heart whole.
That person will show passion, love, and an eternity of happiness.
Those times when we feel we can't be more broken,
We have to pick our selves up knowing the one Is still there waiting.
They will make all the pain, suffering, and anguish worth it,
They will prove too you that you will never have to feel that pain again,
And that this is forever!
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VI
The tame bird was in a cage, the free bird was in the forest.
They met when the time came, it was a decree of fate.
The free bird cries, "O my love, let us fly to wood."
The cage bird whispers, "Come hither, let us both live in the
cage."
Says the free bird, "Among bars, where is there room to spread
one's wings?"
"Alas," cries the cage bird, "I should not know where to sit
perched in the sky."
The free bird cries, "My darling, sing the songs of the
woodlands."
The cage bird says, "Sit by my side, I'll teach you the speech of
the learned."
The forest bird cries, "No, ah no! songs can never be taught."
The cage bird says, "Alas for me, I know not the songs of the
woodlands."
Their love is intense with longing, but they never can fly wing
to wing.
Through the bars of the cage they look, and vain is their wish to
know each other.
They flutter their wings in yearning, and sing, "Come closer, my
love!"
The free bird cries, "It cannot be, I fear the closed doors of
the cage."
The cage bird whispers, "Alas, my wings are powerless and dead."
poem by Rabindranath Tagore from The Gardener (1913)
Submitted by Silvia Velea
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Oh, almighty
Oh almighty, O ruler of whole universe
I kept on smiling without tears
I heard the blessing coming through ears
Strengthening my belief for coming years
If individual’s perception is taken into account
Then there is lot more to think and count
I am gifted with precious body
Considered most lucky as not to have with anybody
You are always messiah for others
Even if not then try to become and offer
Able and very strong to counter any threat
Kind heart to meet good people and greet
Nice face with glittering eyes
Feeling unhappy with people’s anger and cries
Mind bogs down with human sufferings
Nothing is left with for handful offerings
The heaven is at your feet
Its impact is felt when you meet
The words and holiness spread across
When you raise hands and offer the rose
Flowers offer fragrance with magic spell
You need not to speak at length and tell
The heavenly bodies hang above
You are like star on earth and move
When divine light take refuge in body
It is illuminated with light and felt by everybody
The heaven is down and at your feet
The curses and plight go off when people come and meet
It is not the magic or any kind of hypnotism
It is not related to any faith or merely”ism”
It is powerful thrust generated by noble acts
The kind heart that resides in you as a matter of fact
You have suffered it and endured
You conquered it and not procured
You found the reasonable way to benefit the humanity
You made it known in side you there exists divinity
It would have been wrong on your part to assume it as God
It would have been called treachery or simple fraud
It was not the matter for deceiving others for own interest
It was to be used for complete world for the best
What can be considered better or best?
If that is considered as critical or acid test
The nobility has found its way for very good use
The human body has been used without any abuse
No one can be taken for sure
But his or her acts can assure
They have made right use of what almighty has offered
It is used to large extent for humanity even though differed
The mild heart of the body is as good as steel
It can rob of your all pain and steal
You feel great relief from the burden
When it starts acting noble all of sudden
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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