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
- I like to let the word fly about by Murali Sivaramakrishnan
- Алишер Навои – Поучительные заветы старости
- Ode 1957: An intellectual by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- A Noun Sentence by Mahmoud Darwish
- France, the 18th year of These States. by Walt Whitman
- Cousel
- Flight by Rupert Brooke
- Haltering by Satish Verma
- Иван Мятлев – Фонарики
- Infant Joy by William Blake
- Revelation poem – Aldous Huxley poems | Poetry Monster
- Among the Multitude. by Walt Whitman
- Ein Yahav by Yehuda Amichai
- The Ordination by Robert Burns
- Distant View Of England From The Sea by William Lisle Bowles
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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).
