Best Bandaging Poems

The man stumbled on, wanting to get as far away as possible
the sights he had seen and lived through too terrible to contemplate.
How could another human deliberately inflict such awful things on another.
He could see a gentle stream of smoke arising from the distant chimney
and...

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I want to be a child again.
 I want to skip down the glen, singing
 Here We Go Gathering Nuts In May.
 Holding Daddy's hand in mine.

I want to know I'm loved.
 That someone is watching over me.
 Bandaging cuts, kissing bruises better.
 Making sure...

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Perhaps from my childhood, it had been my burning desire,
To glance Nirmal Hriday (Pure Heart) - a home I did admire;
At the thought of Kolkotta - Mother's house - my heart did churn,
To be with the destitute and dying my soul did yearn...!

Saint Mother Teresa...

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It started at 25 , has crossed 75 and will continue forever. 

He came closer to me 
Shivers ran down my spine, 
I looked everywhere else 
Instead of his eyes,
Cuz I know I couldn't handle his eyes, 
Which drugged me like WINE.

There were crevices in...

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Tattle cries are just as loud as battle cries, 
but the difference is 
tears from mannequins dry on untouchable skin. 
You may have a purpose, but your attempt at a movement 
is motionless because your passion 
is a carefully constructed image
replicated in a false ideology...

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Kalinga- linga

A daughter of revolution fed on rich political nutrition 
With a smile bandaging scars of the streets and falsehood by political demons 
Fingers burnt in pseudo democratic pans of West, what a political humor 
I see you smelling love through the thick dew of...

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Purple pigments add a vermilion hue
to a scarlet sun that's about to die.
And pink cottony clouds bandaging blue;
sop scarlet from a hemorrhaging sky.

An icy chill saps the warmth from your soul,
exposed skin quickly ravaged by the wind.
For Winter has come to exact Her toll,
delayed by...

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I live my life vicariously, 
Through everyone else’s eyes.
I live my life through every low 
And every one of the highs.

It began when I was a child, 
I’d live like batman every day.
Pretending I was by his side, 
Cutting and weaving as I play.

My teens,...

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He unwittingly hovers
       ...blankets of subjective weather
Plastering his artic tundra
Bandaging white clouds together
Blindly...
     ...withholding ill trepedation
Refocused on our tantalization

Frosting earth's core
         .... with an icy show
Monstrously protecting...

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Love shall say it's sorry so truth may atone
My soul brings praise to no other, you alone
Like the stars tell stories of your eyes alone
Like the tides weave history in every moan
I have languished in the light of other moons
That made our emptiness bright. The...

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Who told you ?
Who told you that I would still 
be here waiting ...
Bandaging and patching, 
cooking and cleaning, hoping 
and expecting,
Anticipating your love towards 
me, but when the rains came, I 
looked for you,
To nurture me, shower me with 
kisses and undying love,
To pamper...

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The hospital smelt of disinfectants strong bleach many potions, polish and ether,
Cleanliness so important always clean and polished, in the waiting room, leather,
A policeman down a corridor in a terrible hurry held his helmet by its chin strap,
He had appeared with a young girl a...

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while atop the surface of planet Earth humanity
     all abustle skittering
     to and fro, hither and yon
engaged in self important activity yielding profits,

     sans blood, sweat and tears won
full throttle industrial
  ...

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Bandaging wounds that we have not inflicted,
Embracing the weary, the poor, the afflicted,
In this, we find ourselves. 
Needing to know the ways of all things,
Giving, and taking, we wear golden rings,

Hoping for meaning and joy. 
Under all this is a question we face:
Must we continue...

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O pink horse, O timeless sun,
run on my body, run. Black magic
had pierced the needles into my heart.

Lying on nails to wrest a superearth
from amnesty, I start bandaging the bruised
ethos of my native conscience –

on the spike of a violence, refusing
to give up my home...

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