Tag Archives: Poetry

A Neuter Nation

But there is a name we can earn a child Born with the fluidic cells of deceit. He is a body of knitted brows That has grown into piqued poetry. He could be called a neuter nation Whose identity and intuition is drowned in an eddy of putrid polity, That its history becomes only a … Continue reading A Neuter Nation

Irresistible

As he knelt before the Altar Feeling like Judas Iscariot His thoughts wandering… His mind pondering… His head wondering… Immersed in reminiscences It came like vivid pictures Showing on a Cinema Screen All his promises resounding Reverberating in his head He tried to keep his pact She came unannounced to him Luscious and Seductive in … Continue reading Irresistible

What Is Money?

What Is Money?

What is money without peace? Yes! We want to be wealthy. Now we are endlessly wealthy. But we are scared of nothing. We are scared of the thieves at night, And of the pointed fingers at daylight. What is money without happiness? Yes! We want good wealth. But there is no good health. Where are … Continue reading What Is Money?

The Neglect Of History

A son of the repudiated brother Was given the mantle of leadership He tried to pacify his brothers But that, cost him his life Fourty-five years later A Descendant of the repudiated Became saddled with the Crown This time, by Divine Providence He also tried to placate his brothers He even abandoned his nuclear family … Continue reading The Neglect Of History

No ! They Won’t Tell You

They won’t tell you About the gory images of gruesome murders Of the streams of our blood on their streets No ! They won’t tell you About the pregnant women Whose bellies were slit open With their innocent babies butchered No ! They won’t tell you Of the Russian birds of horror Strafing and bombing, … Continue reading No ! They Won’t Tell You

“a Thin Line”

There’s a thin line between “Life and Death” “Success and Failure” “Beginning and Ending” “Health and Sickness” “Wealth and Poverty” “Good and Evil” “Justice and Injustice” Your Central Bank could be Consumed by an Inferno Just like Locusts eat-up Green leaves of promising crops Preventing glorious yield of bounty Your life may desert you But, … Continue reading “a Thin Line”

“the Morning Sun”

The golden rays so generously given Promising a day full of hope and love When you hide behind tall buildings The world around me looks gloomy The clouds criss-cross your surface Trying to shade your rays in futility You conquer all obstacles and shine Your wonder is a mystery unrivalled Sitting on the morning sky … Continue reading “the Morning Sun”