Best Dishonoured Poems

I am Dedan
I tell tales
Tales of fight
Tales of freedom
Freedom to breathe
Freedom to think
Think to prosper
Think to liberate
Liberate Humanity
Liberate my land
Land is the mother
Land of my origin
Origin of human
Origin to be evolved
Evolved you are
Evolved from this land
Land you have ruled
Land you have exploited
Exploited peoples
Exploited to profit
Profit...

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a psychotic's evil trap 
                             an innocent woman preyed
        ...

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Incineration of Indian Love God Madan ( Cupid )2 of Many
or Madan Dahan in Hindi

Originally written in Hindi by my late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor
1899 to 1994. Partly edited in Hindi also by Ravindra K Kapoor

English translation and version by Ravindra K Kapoor.


Prelude to...

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We've had enough of your political lies
Deceit and promises which are meant for the fools.
We've heard enough of " i will do this and that'
Yet there's nothing to show for it.
You lie worthily with your sugar coated tongue,
creating false hopes and trust
When there's no hope...

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Your cries I hear Oh wandering soul
though they are barely uttered
Though deepest thoughts are hardly told
your restless mind has muttered

upon my ears the silent sound
of fragile shoulders strained
made guilty, burdened, broken down
but your soul I have retained

Though many have condemned your deeds
and rejoice to see...

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And those members of the body which we think to be less honorable, on these we bestow greater honor; and our unpresentable parts have greater modesty, but our presentable parts have no need. But God composed the body, having given greater honor to that part...

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My awe and fascinated find 
Lost deeply in a human mind. 
Its fancy fonts, not easy read, 
And yet it masterminds each deed. 

Incessant innovative source, 
Societies’ fierce driving force. 
The scope of knowledge, wide and vast, 
What minds grasp is designed to last. 

Dishonoured...

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The day is coming and it will come, 
when in retrospect, men shall mock them.
Those who today ride in honour, trampling as they go.
the upcoming springs will research their shame which they pretend to ignore
evil men who ran Nigeria aground, Are you one of these,
Who...

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I have Learned, 
I need to tell others, 
I have to take precautions,
I should never forget.
That was the darkest day,
Also the brightest night;
Things which should have been done,
They were enlightening my path,
I should have been buried when I was born.

What has happened to me because...

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The old rusty gate hasn’t opened of late
Nor has it for so many years
The padlocks are seized and it’s overgrown state
Compounds our irrational fears

For when there’s a moon that is three quarters full
And the breeze makes the leaning oak moan
The gate remains closed but nobody...

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A stillness in the darkened pines
O’er the bluegrass
No wind does wind
No questions will it ask.

From the meadows the dusk birds song
Strikes an eerie chord
Amongst floating needles green and long
Drifting wearily skyward.

Leaf litter on the stony grave
Dishonoured ‘neath small and scurrying feet
A name forgotten, perhaps fallen...

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MELANCHOLY

                    Kissing horizon, Sun is setting down soon.
               Torn pieces of fluffy...

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The Children of Limbo' (Canning Poetry)
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 Sick to my stomach.

I am alone and thinking.

I have heard of the sunken pit.

That covert crypt of angels. 
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 Eight hundred innocents!

Eight hundred defenceless souls!

Without baptism, without sin.

Dishonoured by Brides of Christ.

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Followers of the orders of the...

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Take my guarded soul
This fight I can not hide 
My heart has been divided
A love so old now so cold
The words you do not say 
Crumble my life away
Shattered illusions
Breaking of china the porcelain was so fine

I climb every day to feel no pain
Heights oh...

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