by Ajmer Rode
The human mind
is essentially qualitative.
As you know,
we are easily excited by
pinks and purples,
triangles and circles
and we endlessly argue
over true and false,
right and wrong.
But quantitative analyses
rarely touch our souls.
Numbers were invented mainly
by men to trick each other.
I am almost certain women had
nothing to do with them. They
had more vital tasks, survival for example,
at hand.
But playing with big numbers
could be interesting.
In fact it could be really fun. Say
if I were to sit on a gravel pit and
count one billion pebbles non-stop
it will take me some 14 years;
or if I were to count what Africa
owes to rich
foreigners – some 200 billion
dollars,
it is impossible. I will have to
be born 40 times and do nothing
but keep counting 24 hours.
Although things could be simpler on a
smaller scale. Suppose as a result
of the debt, five million children die
every year , as in fact they do,
and each dying child cries
a minimum of 100 times a day
there would be a trillion cries
floating around
in the atmosphere just over a
period of five years.
Remember a sound wave once
generated never ceases to exist
in one form or the other,
and never escapes the atmosphere.
Now one fine morning, even if
one of these cries suddenly hits
you, it will shatter your soul into
a billion pieces. It will take
14 years to gather
the pieces and put them back
into one piece.
On the other hand, may be all the
trillion cries could hit your soul
and nothing would happen.
Poems At My Doorstep
Copyright ©:
Ajmer Rode
A few random poems:
- A Soldier’s Reprieve by William Topaz McGonagall
- Владимир Британишский – Будто катаясь на коньках
- You Are One For Whom Ma Heart Really Cares by Miraj Patel
- emotional bond by Raj Arumugam
- Robert Burns: Duncan Davison :
- Sonnet 115: Those lines that I before have writ do lie by William Shakespeare
- Ho, everyone that thirsteth poem – A. E. Housman
- Chosen by William Butler Yeats
- Violet Beauregarde… by Roald Dahl
- To the author(s) of Manimekalai by T. Wignesan
- An Indian Summer Day on the Prarie by Vachel Lindsay
- Among All Lovely Things My Love Had Been by William Wordsworth
- Walking Wounded by Vernon Scannell
- Stream And Sun At Glendalough by William Butler Yeats
- I have no complaint by Sappho
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
- Юлия Друнина – Я ушла из детства в грязную теплушку
- Юлия Друнина – Я, признаться, сберечь не сумела шинели
- Юлия Друнина – Я порою себя ощущаю связной
- Юлия Друнина – Я не привыкла
- Юлия Друнина – Я курила недолго, давно, на войне
- Юлия Друнина – Я горожанка
- Юлия Друнина – Хорошо молодое лицо
- Юлия Друнина – Все грущу о шинели
- Юлия Друнина – Ветер с фронта
- Юлия Друнина – Верность
- Юлия Друнина – Веет чем-то родным и древним
- Юлия Друнина – В сорок пятом
- Юлия Друнина – В школе
- Юлия Друнина – В семнадцать
- Юлия Друнина – В манеже
- Юлия Друнина – В голом парке коченеют клёны
- Юлия Друнина – Убивали молодость мою
- Юлия Друнина – У моря
- Юлия Друнина – Ты рядом
- Юлия Друнина – Ты должна
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