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:
- Letters to the Otherworld
- In A Railroad Station by Sara Teasdale
- The Worlds Greatest Smoke Off by Shel Silverstein
- Death039s Claim
- Олег Бундур – Переселение
- We Miss You So Much by Ronald G. Auguste
- Before
- Ольга Берггольц – Какая тёмная зима
- Владимир Британишский – Екатеринбургский модерн
- Robert Burns: Address Of Beelzebub: To the Right Honourable the Earl of Breadalbane, President of the Right Honourable and Honourable the Highland Society, which met on the 23rd of May last at the Shakespeare, Covent Garden, to concert ways and means to frustrate the designs of five hundred Highlanders, who, as the Society were informed by Mr. M’Kenzie of Applecross, were so audacious as to attempt an escape from their lawful lords and masters whose property they were, by emigrating from the lands of Mr. Macdonald of Glengary to the wilds of Canada, in search of that fantastic thing-Liberty.
- Bucolics by Sylvia Plath
- Robert Burns: Raving Winds Around Her Blowing: I composed these verses on Miss Isabella M’Leod of Raza, alluding to her feelings on the death of her sister, and the still more melancholy death of her sister’s husband, the late Earl of Loudoun, who shot himself out of sheer heart-break at some mortifications he suffered, owing to the deranged state of his finances.-R.B., 1971.
- Василий Лебедев-Кумач – Стихи не на тему
- A Tale. June 1793 by William Cowper
- Dance with ME by Neelam Sinha
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
- Омар Хайям – Лучше пить и веселых красавиц ласкать
- Омар Хайям – Лучше локон любимой, лаская, схватить
- Омар Хайям – Листья дерева жизни, отпущенной мне
- Омар Хайям – Лик розы освежен дыханием весны
- Омар Хайям – Кумир мой, вылепил тебя таким гончар
- Омар Хайям – Куда уйти от пламенных страстей
- Омар Хайям – Кто розу нежную любви привил
- Омар Хайям – Кто не грешит?
- Омар Хайям – Кто мне скажет что завтра случится со мной
- Омар Хайям – Кто битым жизнью был, тот большего добьется
- Омар Хайям – Красой затмила ты Китая дочерей
- Омар Хайям – Кому там от Любви покой необходим
- Омар Хайям – Коль станешь твердым
- Омар Хайям – Когда ветер у розы подол разорвет
- Омар Хайям – Когда ты для меня слепил из глины плоть
- Омар Хайям – Когда под утренней росой дрожит тюльпан
- Омар Хайям – Когда от жизненных освобожусь я пут
- Омар Хайям – Когда к жизни Любовь меня в мир призвала
- Омар Хайям – Когда фиалки льют благоуханье
- Омар Хайям – Из края в край мы держим к смерти путь
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
