I have locked myself in here,
Why don’t I go out there?
Don’t I hold my freedom dear?
So, I sneak out clandestinely,
To make my first move towards my family
But what I see is the absence of love, compassion, warmth and humility.
The streets are crowded with so many pseudo- intellectuals,
Who profess to follow so many ‘isms’
Till I found that they hold nothing dearer than materialism.
The rich want a catch,
The poor want to snatch,
In this game, ‘everybody is at scratch’
Women complain of being exploited,
Men retort as being targeted,
There’s a need for these jargons to be deconstructed.
I found out my way through somehow,
And came across a blood-soaked dove,
She said, “This is the worth of peace my love!”
Strangulated, I return back to my prison
Because I find no reason,
To live freely in a world full of treason.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- THE WHEELS by Satish Verma
- The Parabolic Ballad poem – Andrei Voznesensky poems
- Карл Сэндберг – Анекдот о цикуте для двух афинян
- Владимир Корнилов – Анафемский сон
- Orlando Furioso Canto 16 by Ludovico Ariosto
- Stanzas To Miss Wylie poem – John Keats poems
- Владимир Высоцкий – Маски
- The Gardener XLIII: No, My Friends by Rabindranath Tagore
- Why Do All Good Things Come To An End? by Michael Yuan
- Hart-Leap Well by William Wordsworth
- Жан де Лафонтен – Эзопово объяснение одного завещания
- Олег Бундур – Летняя гроза
- Black Market Love by Taisha Destin
- Poem (The lump of coal my parents teased) by William Matthews
Some external links:
Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
