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Preservation or Wastage

Preserved decrepit, deserted
Ancient monuments,
Protected with barbed fence
Where only
Pigeons and thieves build
Their nests.

To educate
Young India
About its heritage?

Migrants,
With dreams
Of better prospects,
Live on pavements
Or make shift
Tenements,
Perish
Due to extremes of climate.

Miles of wasteland,
To commemorate
Those who are dead
And have long gone
And are forgotten,

While the living
treated with scorn,
Rue the day
They were born.

poem by Mamta Agarwal
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India What Will You Teach This World?

India a continent old trade vast
India rich in philosophy religions
India steeped in ancient traditions
India a wealth of diverse cultures
India wisdom weeps crosses centuries

India you are supposed to be proud
India you are supposed to share
India your heritage with lost world
India you are supposed to share
Wisdom a covet west has forsaken

poem by Terence George Craddock
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City Pigeons

Around my boots where I am sitting crumbs of bread they happily eat
The cheeky and colourful City pigeons so at home on the city street
Their cousins the rock pigeons of the Northlands in Town would feel so out of place
They once were the very same species though now quite a different race.

Introduced by humans to cities all around the World in busy towns they feel at home
Beyond the borders of suburbia the city pigeons seldom do roam
They build their flimsy nests of sticks on building ledges their young they hatch out in the Spring
Like their ancestors on trees they do not roost or nest Nature is such a wonderful thing.

Some people they like and feed the city pigeons whilst others do not like them at all
Though Nature cares for all of her children from the very great to the small
And wild-born things can be so adaptable in noisy environments they they've learned to dwell
The city pigeons of this one example in cities they do very well.

By the street seat around my boots they eat bread crumbs like house sparrows they are almost tame
They were born and raised in the city to be good at surviving their one claim to fame
Liked by some and disliked by others but that they are good at surviving none can deny
They are born and raised in the noisy city and in the city they do die.

poem by Francis Duggan
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Just ‘Human

Reviving
Skeletons
Of past ‘incomplete'
Sweet memory
Chained their ‘lives'
As they
Always
Dreamt about
As they
Always
‘Long' desired

Fire and fire
Ignited hidden
Love and glory
Long forgotten
In a ‘childhood' story
‘Creating'
Emotional illness
‘Creating'
Self-imposed
Barbed wire

Fire and fire
Youthful wanted
And
Required
The young 'grow'
Stronger
But they
Wither
‘Soon' later
As
‘Old' ‘Lonely' ‘Sick'
Earning the human title
Of
‘Just'
‘Retired'

Fire and fire
Born to live
Born to die
Born for a purpose
Easily forgotten
But realisation
Could happen
Once in a while
But only when
They silence
Their earthly
Minds
As and when
In control
When and how
They consciously
Are
Able
To
Decide

poem by Najib Altawell
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Rocket To Stardom

By kris kristofferson, roger mcguinn, bobby neuwirth
It started when the neighbors saw my fancy new t.v
That opens up the gate outside my home
And lets me let in anyone I really wanna see
And keep out all them other dudes I dont
Then one by one they started comin over to perform
And someone played temptation on kazoo
Nellie got as naked as the day that she was born
And it sure was all over baby blue
Chorus:
Ive got electric eyes, two big dogs, and a mine-field
And miles and miles and miles of barbed-wire fence
But the biggest show in town is in my driveway
And we aint had a good night sleepin since
Orville bakers showin us the fastest draw in town
Cora lees clackin on her spoons
Ol jesses trick dog sure does look dead lyin on the ground
And jesses wife is a-howlin at the moon
Charlys ugly daughter sure can tap dance
Mable thatchers walkin on her hands
And just as I was leavin for the kitchen for a snack
Ol lulla bell amazed us with her fans
Chorus:
Ive got electric eyes, two big dogs, and a mine-field
And miles and miles and miles of barbed-wire fence
But the biggest show in town is in my driveway
And we aint had a good night sleepin since
Froneys got an act thats hard to follow
Norman plays a nimble tamborine
You should see what sara lee can swallow
And ol billy does a wicked mr. clean
Good lord, if idve known this future when I started
Believe you me, Id never change a thing
I got a closed circuit circus in my bedroom
And a world full of whackos in the wings
Get em burt !
Chorus:
Ive got electric eyes, two big dogs, and a mine-field
And miles and miles and miles of barbed-wire fence
But the biggest show in town is in my driveway
And we aint had a good nights sleepin since

song performed by by Kris Kristofferson
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List Of Things You Want

You want to be treated fairly.
You want to be treated right.
You want to be treated with respect.
And your dignity protected day and night.

What makes your needs any different than mine?
And why should I treat you more thoughtfully,
Than you have treated me?
And you taught me the many faces,
Of mental and physical abuse.
With declarations to make me feel,
Unqualified to be near a gutter.

And you want what?
From me?
To prove to you I can be humane?
I know I did not hear you say that?
And you called me a heathen too?
Heathens do not give the shirts off their backs.

You want to be treated fairly.
You want to be treated right.
You want to be treated with respect.
And your dignity protected day and night.

And...
May I add,
An all expense paid trip to Fantasy Island.
Hosted by the best psychiatrist available.
With a need to stay.
Put that on your list of things you want.
To have us both hope that happens.
And not soon enough.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Be Like A Bird

Birds build their own nests
one twig at a time
little by little.

Birds build their own nests
strong enough
for raising their young ones
until they know
how to fly.

Be like a bird
even if it takes time
build your own home.

Be like a bird
build your home strong enough
for raising your children
until they know how to live
...on their own.

poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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Baba O'Reily

Out here in the fields
I fight for my meals
I get my back into my living
I don't need to fight
To prove I'm right
I don't need to be forgiven
Don't cry
Don't raise your eye
It's only teenage wasteland
Sally ,take my hand
Travel south crossland
Put out the fire
Don't look past my shoulder
The exodus is here
The happy ones are near
Let's get together
Before we get much older
Teenage wasteland
It's only teenage wasteland
Teenage wasteland
Oh, oh
Teenage wasteland
They're all wasted!

song performed by by Who
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Postcards From The Wasteland

BOUNCE Bonus song (Japanese)
Tonight the moon's as pretty as a brand new rose
And nosey stars, they seem to know where everybody goes
As poets reach for words with broken motel pens
Here's something to hold on to 'til I come home again
Out here the days they don't have names they've got numbers
And the nights just seem to fade into each other
Jilted lovers are like fireflies, each one with a spark
Trying to fill the hole where once there was a heart
I'm sending postcards from the wasteland
Following my headlights down the highway in the dark
I'm sending postcards from the wasteland
Postmarked from the state of my heart
In care of wherever you are
Postcards from the wasteland
Now before the summer sun gets chased away
And all of our tomorrows turn to yesterdays
I'm going to build you that castle
I'm going to write you that song
I've got to find the words to say
Until I hold you in my arms
I'm sending postcard from the wasteland
Following my headlights down the highway in the dark
I'm sending postcards from the wasteland
Postmarked from the state of my heart
In care of wherever you are
Postcards from the wasteland
Tonight I'll meet you in my dreams
See you soon
Love,
Me
I'm sending postcards from the wasteland
Following my headlights down the highway in the dark
I'm sending postcards from the wasteland
I'm sending postcards from the wasteland
I'm sending postcards from the wasteland
Following my headlights down the highway in the dark
I'm sending postcards from the wasteland
Postmarked from the state of my heart
I'm sending postcards from the wasteland
Following my headlights down this highway in the dark
I'm sending postcards from the wasteland
Postmarked from the state of my heart
In care of wherever you are

song performed by by Bon Jovi
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Lets Build A Home In Dreams

LET'S LIVE IN DREAMS
MAY WE CAN FIND THE LOVE AND THE PEACE
CAUSE THERE IS NOTHING THAT CAN EASE
THE PAIN OF LOVE AND BLOODY TEARS
ONLY IF WE LIVE IN DREAMS


LET'S BUILD A HOME IN DREAMS
CAUSE THERE IS NOWHERE TO FIND PEACE
TO HOLD ON TO LOVE AND FORGET THE FEARS
JUST IF WE CAN LIVE IN DREAMS

LET'S USE TO LIVE IN DREAMS
MAY WE CAN FIND THE REAL LOVE AND THE TENDER KISS
AND TOUCH ONCE AGAIN THE FORGOTTEN DREAMS
IF JUST WE COULD LIVE IN DREAMS.

poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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All birds must be by now back in their nests

All birds must be by now back in their nests
Sharing with their offsprings
The experiences of the day

And feeding them
With the fruits, nuts and worms
Selectively gathered
With love and care
So that they grow
And soon become strong and skilled enough
To fly on their own wings

They would have started teaching
Their young ones
How to mend the nests
Which twig would go where
Which spongy feather would go where
So that all can have a comfortable sleep

Telling the stories of the past
How the eggs those hatched them
Were protected from invaders

And how they were waiting for these young wonders
Come out breaking the shell
That housed them and helped them shape

Also cautioning them against
Dangerous hungry invaders
With the scheme to devour them

And not to venture into the wind
Before they are trained adequately
In spreading the wings
And in perching on branches
Without the fear of fall

Mom, you did not get us the fruits of this tree
A query from a young one
And mom said, wait two more weeks let the tree flower
And blossom with its orange flowers
Fruits appear within a month

Mom is living is just struggling
No, the dear one
Living is a challenge
Successful living is facing them with joy
Regardless of your overcoming
Or succumbing to the challenge

A clear demonstration of care and love
All birds must be by now in their nests

I am waiting at the local rail station
For the next train towards home

poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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The Palace

Grimy men with picks and shovels
Who in darkness sweat unseen,
Climb from out your lousy hovels,
Build a palace for the Queen;
Praise the powers that be for giving
You a chance to make a living.

Yet it would be better far
Could you build with cosy lure
Skyey tenements where are
Rabbit-warrens of the poor;
With a hope bright as a gem
Some day you might live in them.

Could the Queen just say: 'A score
Of rich palaces have I.
Do not make me any more,--
Raise a hostel heaven-high;
House the hundreds who have need,
To their misery give heed.'

Could she make this gesture fine
To the pit where labour grovels,
Mother hearts would cease to pine,
Weary men would wave their shovels.
All would cry with hope serene:
'Little children, bless the Queen!'

poem by Robert William Service
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India

India, India, India
India, India, clarified butter from the holy cow
India, India, India
I'm a pauper bereft of spiritual vision
Looking for a guru such a decision
India, India, India
Clarified butter from the holy cow
India, India, India
I'm a conscious consumer
but there's nothing to consume
Lotus flowers are still in bloom in
India, India, India
India, India, clarified butter from the holy cow
India, India, India
India, India
India, India

song performed by by X-Ray Spex
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Great Teachers

I salute to great teachers of ancient India
For their achievement and dedication to the services of mother India
We are greatly indebted and honor the sons of India
Bow our head for their rich cultural heritage left for future India

Think of a life without contribution from teacher
In fact he is our guide and leader
Best friend and face reader
Never his profession was made as trader

So is the glorious day
We must celebrate today
Pay the tribute to all those people
Who did glory and took us out of trouble

Today we are at top of position
With their nice contribution
We owe a lot to salute and remember
They are formidable part of our life and member

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Bubble gum pavements

City pigeons make street art under bridges
A Jackson Pollock, something organic.
It could be Mural 1950s and look—here?
A bubble-gum pavement is this urban street art.
The pointillist canvas does it mimic the universe
And all that's still, to ‘comet' through there…?
I love all kinds of art but a dead carcass.
In formaldehyde stretches that to the limit.

I'd rather see some burnt-out Wreckage!
A car, where no-one got hurt or died.
I'd rather see pigeon excrement's…
Than a human anatomy, artist:
Using, someone's once living flesh and bone
I'd rather see bubble-gum pavements.
Than; this great new modernistic art of nothing at all…

poem by Mark Heathcote
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Sonnet: Song in Memory of the Kargil-heros

O youthful soldiers of the Kargil-war!
Though some are dead, you now live in our heart;
What valor you display’d in hills afar!
By climbing mountain-sides steep with great art.

O glorious soldiers of Mother India!
Slept you eternally to make us sleep;
Shedding your blood in Himalaya;
The valley’s waters have turned blood-red, deep.

O mighty sons of sacred Indian soil
Our Mother India is proud of you all;
We cannot forget your sacrifice/ toil
By dying, you’ve preserved our frontier wall.

No more will our foes try getting across;
Your brothers too are ever-ready because.

7-25-2000

poem by John Celes
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Baba Oriley

Out here in the fields
I fight for my meals
I get my back into my living
I dont need to fight
To prove Im right
I dont need to be forgiven
Dont cry
Dont raise your eye
Its only teenage wasteland
Sally ,take my hand
Travel south crossland
Put out the fire
Dont look past my shoulder
The exodus is here
The happy ones are near
Lets get together
Before we get much older
Teenage wasteland
Its only teenage wasteland
Teenage wasteland
Oh, oh
Teenage wasteland
Theyre all wasted!

song performed by by Who
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Pavements

there are traces on the pavements
there are eyes on the pavements
sadly looking at us
pavements are like history on strata and decaying leaves
there are booksful of words on the pavements
on the pavements
there are faces
ı haVE BEEN ACquı Nted with
looking at me lonely and sadly
the pavements look as they have come from above
and constructed there
on the pavements
there are many memories carved
there are lonely traces on the pavements
there are eyes on the pavements
we tread on
ı have acquinted with... faces look at me sadly and lonely
the pavements must have drunk from various waters
from many sourCes and fountains
who guesses who passed and gone on this pavements?
there are traces on the pavements
there are faces on the pavements
looking at me..lonely and sadly
when ı walk
and stroll on them lonely and slowly and slowly
Ali TÃœRK KESKİ N Translatı on Metin SAHİ N

poem by Metin Sahin
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Baba O Riley

Out here in the fields
I fight for my meals
I get my back into my living
I dont need to fight
To prove Im right
I dont need to be forgiven
Dont cry
Dont raise your eye
Its only teenage wasteland
Sally ,take my hand
Travel south crossland
Put out the fire
Dont look past my shoulder
The exodus is here
The happy ones are near
Lets get together
Before we get much older
Teenage wasteland
Its only teenage wasteland
Teenage wasteland
Oh, oh
Teenage wasteland
Theyre all wasted!
Originally by the who

song performed by by Nirvana
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Children of Cain

Saffron gates of civil illusions
Those on the fringe of monuments
Your blue idol eyes only a wisp
Sparticus crucifies a Roman soldier
Delphi maidens serve the lions
Silver and gold beneath the violence
Rage as ancient as a the Pantheon
You are the unattainable vamp
Fate sealed in time like an execution
Write your liaisons in all this blood

Something very dead rules the king
Dark as plagues she walks the forum
Echo the asp of Egypt for the dust
Visit the dead in their putrid mirror
They coddle capes of purple secrets
Codgers of the endless ancient pit
Assemble and collude with all zest
Your feast covers catacombs
The moving dead fornicate
Visit your burning karma in dreams

Resolve Alexander’s dying empire
Poison of Socrates betrays Zeus
Young lions turn into fields of graves
Master your lust into statues of Corinth
Arrows wane with entropies fingers
Motes filled with serpents
Protected behind moons of pearls
Penetrate every shield of fear
Revel in the pride of life
Breach every dream of conquest
Placid take over with no coup de tat

Who shall build the pyramids?
Let the scribes write
Inquisitors shelter the satyr
We are the torn wombs of Herod
They cry in meadows of smoke and fire
Nothing sinister in the rising ghost
No new wine lives amidst Edom
No well to drink the clean eternal water
They dance with masks of bulls
They copulate in foreign gold

poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Baba Oriley

Out here in the fields, I fight for my meals
I get my back into my living
I dont need to fight, to prove Im right
I dont need to be forgiven
Dont cry, dont raise your eye
Its only teenage wasteland
Sally, take my hand
Well travel south, cross land
Put out the fire and dont look past my shoulder
The exodus is here
The happy ones are near
Lets get together befor we get much older
Teenage wasteland
Its only teenage wasteland
Teenage wasteland
(its only) teenage wasteland
Theyre all wasted!

song performed by by Pearl Jam
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