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Best Poems Written by Alok Srivastava

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New Creation

From bottom to top, 
my house was decayed. 
Through thousands of years 
of commands disobeyed.  
I girdled my loins 
to rebuild my home. 
I re-laid the foundation 
stone by stone. 
Brick by brick 
I rebuilt the walls. 
House was renewed with 
many victories small. 
I painted the house 
with colors of new zeal. 
I furnished it with 
virtues that heal. 
I planted the garden 
with flowers of love. 
I installed the fountains 
with waters from above. 
I sat in the garden 
admiring my creation. 
At last, to God 
I offered adoration.

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Someone Cry

Someone cry someone cry 
someone cry someone cry. 
For my life, it has died. 
For my life, it has died. 
Someone cry someone cry. 

My life was pretty, 
it was upright. 
She was the mother 
of all alive. 
She was murdered 
in broad daylight. 
Someone cry someone cry 
someone cry someone cry. 

In the vicious 
abyss of lies. 
Amongst the people 
verily lice, 
She lived a life 
of sacrifice. 
Someone cry someone cry 
someone cry someone cry. 

There are no mourners, 
there are no sighs. 
There is no sun 
in all the sky. 
The earth is frigid 
without a light. 
Someone cry someone cry 
someone cry someone cry. 

There is no justice, 
there are no cries. 
There is no noise 
of the uprights. 
Sin is pretending 
that all is right. 
Someone cry someone cry 
someone cry someone cry. 

Someone cry someone cry 
someone cry someone cry. 
For my life, it has died, 
For my life, it has died. 
Someone cry someone cry.

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The Red Bucket

The red bucket in my bathroom 
suddenly one day broke. 
Day by day it deteriorated 
till it was revoked. 
I needed some plastic 
to melt for some work; 
the red bucket was chosen 
being already shirked. 
Little by little, in few days, 
the red bucket was cut. 
From being a proper bucket, 
it was not even its butt. 
It sits there in a corner 
waiting to die some more. 
Unwanted, rejected, 
it's not a bucket anymore.

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The Bridge To Heaven

They walk on me with thumping shoes, 
as if they were uncaring brutes. 
But I am sure in my heart; 
they're sad for their blows smart. 
Bitter indeed are the cruel nails, 
on my flesh with wounds that ail. 
Reminding me of cruci-fixion; 
repeatedly I suffer affliction. 
Let's take the pains of today, 
in hope of the Lord's day. 
He surely will exact revenge: 
for the devils' innu-merable offense. 
The stripes of so many years, 
is naught before eternal cheers. 
The cool wind from far off heaven, 
invites us into arms pleasant. 
So walk on me O my dears: 
but mourning, for my many tears.

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My Heart Is Broken

My heart is broken into a million pieces, 
I don't care for sun and beaches. 
In garden scourged by Lord's curses, 
who looks to find ruddy roses? 

My heart is broken, 
my heart is broken, 
my heart is broken, 
my heart is broken. 

Take away your paradise, 
I find in it no delight. 
Give it to someone better, 
why throw it on a loosened kite? 

My heart is broken, 
my heart is broken, 
my heart is broken, 
my heart is broken. 

You savor your precious nectar, 
while I spill dew of my eyes. 
You go mingle with the happy crowd, 
while I drown in my sighs. 

My heart is broken, 
my heart is broken, 
my heart is broken, 
my heart is broken. 

You go build your Eden Garden 
on a new blessed ground. 
Why rebuild the fallen ruins 
where curses have made a mound? 

My heart is broken, 
my heart is broken, 
my heart is broken, 
my heart is broken. 

You go find a better haven 
to lay in your sweet desires. 
Why burn them in the name of friendship 
on my heart's wretched pyre? 

My heart is broken into a million pieces, 
I don't care for sun and beaches. 
In garden scourged by Lord's curses, 
who looks to find ruddy roses? 

My heart is broken, 
my heart is broken, 
my heart is broken, 
my heart is broken.

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I Will Still Praise the Lord

I am broken 
and forsaken; 
from the sky 
fallen hard, 
but I will still praise the Lord, 
but I will still praise the Lord, 
but I will still praise the Lord. 

Born in sin, 
yet forgiven, 
by the blood of 
His only son, 
and I will hence praise the Lord, 
and I will hence praise the Lord, 
and I will hence praise the Lord. 

With the prophets 
is my prize, 
in the sufferings 
for Jesus Christ, 
and I will hence praise the Lord, 
and I will hence praise the Lord, 
and I will hence praise the Lord. 

From the waters 
to the ground 
he will turn my 
life around, 
and I will hence praise the Lord, 
and I will hence praise the Lord, 
and I will hence praise the Lord. 

I am broken 
and forsaken; 
from the sky 
fallen hard, 
but I will still praise the Lord, 
but I will still praise the Lord, 
but I will still praise the Lord. 

I am broken 
and forsaken; 
from the sky 
fallen hard, 
but I will still praise the Lord, 
but I will still praise the Lord, 
but I will still praise the Lord.

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On Cool Cool Night

On cool cool night, 
riding my motorbike, 
I feel all right, 
like a bird light light. 

With wind in my hair, 
and zeal in my soul, 
I glide on the road, 
like a graceful foal. 

With God in my heart, 
and eyes on the prize, 
I travel in the night 
to the realm of light. 

How bad could be life, 
I have suffered all plight. 
In the darkest time 
shall the sun rise rise. 

With God on my side, 
I will win this fight. 
I will cry no more, 
I will fly high high. 

On cool cool night, 
riding my motorbike, 
I feel all right, 
like a bird light light.

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Superman's Intention

She speaks Spanish, 
I don't understand a word, 
but she becomes irresistible, 
luring me by a call surd. 
I wish to make love to her, 
while she whispers in Latin; 
I will draw out all the honey 
that Spain has begotten. 
Let all the fair girls of the world 
beware of my intention: 
I will not let this age end 
without our union.

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Awaiting the Bridegroom

The house has been cleaned, 
the hearts have been washed. 
With oil, the lamps are replete; 
all await with bated breath, 
the bridegroom to greet.

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My Men

Living in a foreign land of aliens, 
I desire you, I desire you, my men. 

Men who are silenced by sunrises, 
who make noises at car races. 
Men who teach their children bicycle, 
who make love like angel Michael, 
I desire you, I desire you, my men. 

Living in a foreign land of aliens, 
I desire you, I desire you, my men. 

Men who shed a tear for their neighbors, 
injustice who fight with their labors. 
Men who earn a living with justice, 
who give up their lives with bliss, 
I desire you, I desire you, my men. 

Living in a foreign land of aliens, 
I desire you, I desire you, my men. 

Men who live with love in my heart, 
who with patience wait for the Lord. 
Men who wash their souls all the day, 
who go to churches in order to pray, 
I desire you, I desire you, my men. 

Living in a foreign land of aliens, 
I desire you, I desire you, my men.