by Akshay Raja
A haunted dream reeling in
My bloodshot eyes on the prowl
With hours of darkness reeling in
Should I dream or do howl?
Streaming nests of bats flock in
None to ask, just can scream
With my scream so good will cost these thin
A penny more for things so mean.
A flawless world they live in
Poor grow poor, lean and thin
Money stacks mountains high
Hunger grows, far too high.
Riches go beyond number
They do spend out of number
Food and slumber bought by riches
Pain for food, grievance by poor.
Men that die for next day meal
Rice made 1 for their need
Some lack paises for their feed
Should they beg or do steal?
Are they slaves, no great men
They feed cows, goat and hen
Yet they die, hunger elapse
Should they cry? Live for traps?
Corrupt mind, corrupt thoughts
Is corruption what we bought?
Millions have shed their lives for free
Do we shed tears, for the world we see?
Corrupt minds grow in number
Fame and shame with gold they slumber
Hunger grows in ways not fair
Money needed to make the world more fair.
A mean less thought, means so broad
Crores and Crores stacked abroad
Will ever we grow in fame?
Or hung heads down in shame?
Peace or Glory for corrupt minds?
Pain and tears for mere men
Should we change our thoughts to heed?
Poor go poor, will they eat?
Akshay Raja
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Akshay Raja
A few random poems:
- Love is Immortal poem – Amy Haritha Suseel poems | Poems and Poetry
- Шекспир – Я так тебя люблю – Сонет 36
- Memories of West Street and Lepke by Robert Lowell
- Robert Burns: Address Of Beelzebub: To the Right Honourable the Earl of Breadalbane, President of the Right Honourable and Honourable the Highland Society, which met on the 23rd of May last at the Shakespeare, Covent Garden, to concert ways and means to frustrate the designs of five hundred Highlanders, who, as the Society were informed by Mr. M’Kenzie of Applecross, were so audacious as to attempt an escape from their lawful lords and masters whose property they were, by emigrating from the lands of Mr. Macdonald of Glengary to the wilds of Canada, in search of that fantastic thing-Liberty.
- The Next Chance
- Омар Хайям – О друге я мечтал, но им не стал никто
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- The springtime of Lovers has come by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- From Behind The Lattice
- Incense by Vachel Lindsay
- Олег Григорьев – Я дверь в коридор отворил
- Владимир Маяковский – Да здравствует III интернационал! (РОСТА № 140)
- Sounds of your love poem – Andrew Vassell poems | Poems and Poetry
- UNDECIPHERABLE by Satish Verma
- Яков Полонский – Белая ночь
External links
Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus
Talking Writing Monster’s Page –
Batty Writing – the bat’s idle chatter, thoughts, ideas and observations, all original, all fresh
Poems in English
- Аля Кудряшева – Если ты, к примеру, кролик с шелковистыми ушами
- Аля Кудряшева – Двадцать перышек за плечами
- Аля Кудряшева – Дождь напевает, искрясь по зарослям
- Алишер Навои – Уже белеет голова
- Алишер Навои – Украсишь ты свой наряд красным
- Алишер Навои – У пери — точка вместо уст
- Алишер Навои – То не заросли тюльпанов
- Алишер Навои – Сверкнула в темноте ночной краса
- Алишер Навои – Стихотворные жемчужины
- Алишер Навои – Соловей, лишенный розы, умолкает, не поет
- Алишер Навои – Словно зеркало, сияет лик твой
- Алишер Навои – Скиталец горький, страсть таю я
- Алишер Навои – Сердце взял мое сын мага
- Алишер Навои – Сердце кровью из ран обагрить я сумел
- Алишер Навои – Пустословя на минбаре
- Алишер Навои – Птицу-сердце полонила нежных локонов силком
- Алишер Навои – Поучительные заветы старости
- Алишер Навои – Осрамился я
- Алишер Навои – Он любить мне запрещает
- Алишер Навои – О таинствах любви
More external links (open in a new tab):
Doska or the Board – write anything
Search engines:
Yandex – the best search engine for searches in Russian (and the best overall image search engine, in any language, anywhere)
Qwant – the best search engine for searches in French, German as well as Romance and Germanic languages.
Ecosia – a search engine that supposedly… plants trees
Duckduckgo – the real alternative and a search engine that actually works. Without much censorship or partisan politics.
Yahoo– yes, it’s still around, amazingly, miraculously, incredibly, but now it seems to be powered by Bing.
Parallel Translations of Poetry
The Poetry Repository – an online library of poems, poetry, verse and poetic works
