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:
- Иван Варавва – Соловей на веточке
- Song IV: Draw Near and Behold Me by William Morris
- Roads poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Abd el-Hadi Fights a Superpower by Taha Muhammad Ali
- Василий Тредиаковский – Невозможно быть довольным
- The Wish
- Жан де Лафонтен – Лисица, Мухи и Еж
- Fears In Solitude by Samuel Coleridge
- As Toilsome I Wander’d. by Walt Whitman
- Robert Burns: Tam Samson’s Elegy: When this worthy old sportman went out, last muirfowl season, he supposed it was to be, in Ossian’s phrase, “the last of his fields,” and expressed an ardent wish to die and be buried in the muirs. On this hint the author composed his elegy and epitaph.-R.B., 1787.
- Scots, Wha Hae Wi’ Wallace Bled by Robert Burns
- The First Part: Sonnet 10 – Fair Moon, who with thy cold and silver shine by William Drummond
- On The Wedding Of The Aeronaut poem – Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
- I Heard an Angel by William Blake
- O Man by Pawan Kumar
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
- An Arab Shepherd Is Searching For His Goat On Mount Zion by Yehuda Amichai
- A Precise Woman by Yehuda Amichai
- A Pity, We Were Such A Good Invention by Yehuda Amichai
- A Jewish Cemetery In Germany by Yehuda Amichai
- A Dog After Love by Yehuda Amichai
- Straw sandal half sunk by Yosa Buson
- Sparrow singing by Yosa Buson
- Ploughing the land by Yosa Buson
- Old well by Yosa Buson
- Not quite dark yet by Yosa Buson
- My arm for a pillow by Yosa Buson
- Listening to the moon by Yosa Buson
- Lighting one candle by Yosa Buson
- Yosa Buson – Yosa Buson
- Hokku Poems in Four Seasons by Yosa Buson
- His Holiness the Abbot by Yosa Buson
- He’s on the porch by Yosa Buson
- Harvest moon by Yosa Buson
- Evening wind by Yosa Buson
- Elegy to the Old Man Hokuju by Yosa Buson
More external links (open in a new tab):
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Parallel Translations of Poetry
The Poetry Repository – an online library of poems, poetry, verse and poetic works
