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
- Владимир Высоцкий – Песня Попугая
- Atavism by William Stafford
- Омар Хайям – Душой ты безбожник с Писаньем в руке
- Only If I Know by Rifat Ilgaz
- Book Third [Residence at Cambridge] by William Wordsworth
- Владимир Вишневский – Звучит воинственно: “носки”
- Robert Burns: Stanzas On The Same Occasion [Prospect of Death]:
- Ecologue I by Virgil
- Angels by Russell Edson
- Федор Сологуб – В камине пылания много
- Такахама Кёси – Как ярко сияет
- Владимир Корнилов – Небо
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Л. Е. Ф.
- The Benefactors by Rudyard Kipling
- Шекспир – Что, если бы я право заслужил – Сонет 125
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).
