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
- March poem – A. E. Housman
- Омар Хайям – Лучше локон любимой, лаская, схватить
- Proud Music of The Storm by Walt Whitman
- Владимир Высоцкий – Сколько чудес за туманами кроется
- Plaidoirie for a “Prince” of Jaffna by T. Wignesan
- OFF-LIMITS by Satish Verma
- The Trouble with Snowmen by Roger McGough
- And Did Those Feet In Ancient Time by William Blake
- Tip-Toe-ing by Mahak Raithatha S
- Валерий Брюсов – Глупое сердце, о чем же печалиться
- Vaudracour And Julia by William Wordsworth
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Ель и берёза
- Николай Глазков – Богатырское распутье
- The Pike poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Germs. by Walt Whitman
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).
