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
- Invocation by Siegfried Sassoon
- Вера Звягинцева – Качаешься в гробу стеклянном
- Meditation on a Bone
- Firesong by Sylvia Plath
- Joy In Martyrdom by William Cowper
- Grandmother’s Teaching poem – Alfred Austin
- Николай Карамзин – Истина
- A Patch of Old Snow by Robert Frost
- Eternity by Samuel Stephen Wakdok
- Term by W. S. Merwin
- Good Hours by Robert Frost
- Олег Бундур – Сухари
- Владимир Высоцкий – Не могу ни выпить, ни забыться
- I have been tricked by flying too close by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- Breathing Stars, Inspiration and the Labyrinth of Correspondence
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).
