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
- How to Die by Siegfried Sassoon
- Kumarakom (after the boat tragedy) by Shreekumar Varma
- Нина Воронель – Бабий стих
- Forbidden Silence by Preeth Nambiar
- Aftershock by William Marr
- O Solitude! If I Must With Thee Dwell poem – John Keats poems
- Robert Burns: Highland Mary:
- A Dream Or No by Thomas Hardy
- Алексей Жемчужников – Осенью в швейцарской деревне
- Bleäke’s House In Blackmwore by William Barnes
- Омар Хайям – Ад и рай
- Sonnet XVI. To Kosciusko poem – John Keats poems
- Heaven by Philip Levine
- At Mass by Vachel Lindsay
- A Good Play by Robert Louis Stevenson
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).
