by Ajmer Rode
The human mind
is essentially qualitative.
As you know,
we are easily excited by
pinks and purples,
triangles and circles
and we endlessly argue
over true and false,
right and wrong.
But quantitative analyses
rarely touch our souls.
Numbers were invented mainly
by men to trick each other.
I am almost certain women had
nothing to do with them. They
had more vital tasks, survival for example,
at hand.
But playing with big numbers
could be interesting.
In fact it could be really fun. Say
if I were to sit on a gravel pit and
count one billion pebbles non-stop
it will take me some 14 years;
or if I were to count what Africa
owes to rich
foreigners – some 200 billion
dollars,
it is impossible. I will have to
be born 40 times and do nothing
but keep counting 24 hours.
Although things could be simpler on a
smaller scale. Suppose as a result
of the debt, five million children die
every year , as in fact they do,
and each dying child cries
a minimum of 100 times a day
there would be a trillion cries
floating around
in the atmosphere just over a
period of five years.
Remember a sound wave once
generated never ceases to exist
in one form or the other,
and never escapes the atmosphere.
Now one fine morning, even if
one of these cries suddenly hits
you, it will shatter your soul into
a billion pieces. It will take
14 years to gather
the pieces and put them back
into one piece.
On the other hand, may be all the
trillion cries could hit your soul
and nothing would happen.
Poems At My Doorstep
Copyright ©:
Ajmer Rode

A few random poems:
- In The Hills Of Shiloh by Shel Silverstein
- Easter Decorations
- Witch Burning by Sylvia Plath
- An Empty Threat by Robert Frost
- Sonnet 106: When in the chronicle of wasted time by William Shakespeare
- Николай Некрасов – Вор
- Ольга Седакова – В незапамятных зимах
- Robert Burns: The Lass O’ Ecclefechan:
- Федор Тютчев – Князю Горчакову
- Inscription For A Stone Erected At The Sowing Of A Grove Of Oaks At Chillington, Anno 1790 by William Cowper
- Николай Некрасов – Внимая ужасам войны
- Владимир Костров – Поэтессе
- Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland, 1803 X. Rob Roy’s Grave by William Wordsworth
- Epigram to Miss Jean Scott by Robert Burns
- I Heard Immanuel Singing by Vachel Lindsay
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
- time by tulip
- The Sound Of Music -a Ghazal by Umamaheswari Anandane
- the secrets , we hide by tulip
- The Tears In Cupid’s Eyes by Tupac Shakur
- The Rose That Grew From Concrete by Tupac Shakur
- said, unsaid by tulip
- Quest for Thee by Vanessa Perkins
- Paradise On Earth! by V. Muthu Manickam
- Overnight at the Riverside Tower by Tu Fu
- once i saw a old man’s shop by tulip
- On a Prospect of T’ai-shan by Tu Fu
- Morning Rain by Tu Fu
- Moonlit Night by Tu Fu
- Tu Fu – Tu Fu
- Tu Fu – Tu Fu
- In The Event Of My Demise by Tupac Shakur
- In The Depths Of Solitude by Tupac Shakur
- Gazing at the Sacred Peak by Tu Fu
- Full Moon by Tu Fu
- Fallen Star: Dedicated to Huey P. Newton by Tupac Shakur
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