Best Granaries Poems

From my lowly bachelor’s house
Proudly christened ‘Embassy Fair’
I woke up to the chirping of birds
On the trees above and across the vale
And the riverine bushes in-between
I woke up to the crowing of cocks
And the mooing of cows
I woke up to the leaping of calves
And the...

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There In Morning Sun, Hope Circled Enticing Dreams


From inside gaping jaws, golden honey slow drips
its taste as if bitter hell came with deadly judgment
life turned into a bevy of sunken ships
with the dried up bones below a sadden statement.

With solid granite illuminating moon 's glow
ironclad...

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Autumn steps in as summer’s bright shine glimmers and flee,
After the heat begins to abate, autumn arrives as nature’s gift.
The soft melody of the leaves and breeze fills me with glee.

The season comes to sweeten with a beautifully painted face.
From green to golden sheen, the...

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O, Chief Spirit,
thank you for the harvest
that fills our granaries
to the brim.

Thank you for the blue sky
that fills our souls with dreams
and beauty.

Thank you for the waters
that replenish us ceaselessly.

Thank you for the rain that brings
life to our crops.

Thank you for the snow that makes...

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behold now everything on this earth;
    the fields with abundance of grain,
    palm-grove harvests rich and fruitful,
    the forests that separate kingdoms and the fires that scorch them;
    the brickwork of ancestries and...

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A civil war flared up and raged on for freedom
Unequal it was, this bloody war for honour and secession
The natives renamed their land Bangladesh
Inviting anew the wrath of a desperate West

The army’s presence then, was overwhelming in their land
 Due to the simmering discontent within...

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I make haste to the earth 
And anoint its rebirth
When my mother, the cloud, is above, 
And then mildly caress 
The irradiant dress
Of the hills with immaculate love. 

I descend upon leas 
And respond to their pleas
When they pine for my kiss in their thirst;
Then...

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Sweet benign breeze swept my tears dry
When my heart bled and spilling out
On madness, loathing minds awry
Lead to crime where love fading out.

On the streets where striplings beseech
Sweet benign breeze swept my tears dry
For some nibbles, they beg and preach
While some granaries choked and sigh.

Sufferings...

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Unbearable sun
Ant granaries set hoarding 
Beach-side, a haven

Scorching July heat
Camel's skin and fat melted 
Yet your love intact...

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I want to trust in other people,
That could be my biggest flaw,
Like God the Father, I am dreaming
All will come to love His law.

It’s sad to see so many people 
Bogged down in their Hellish greed,
When fairness can extinguish fires of
Hateful and self-centered need.

The hallmark...

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they say 
your thoughts
create your world
my third world was birthed
when the white storm
swept across our homesteads
do i get to recreate it
by simply thinking
of meadows and prairies
crystal jars
of milk and honey?

i think of thorns
pricking her beautiful skin
the midday sun
scorching her blooming day

i think of green fields...

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Majesty, royalty
         such dignity, a rarity
Oh Purple,
         the color of 
               the sun, the moon,...

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Greatness of a nation and her people
Rests not in her fire-belching mouth
Emanates not from huge stomach of her granaries
Appears not in lethal power of her spears
Twitters not from upstairs of her thinkers but 
Nightingales from the beauty of her values
Enriched, nurtured and suckled
Systematically from the...

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Worried by worry
haunted by my own shadow
in a strangler-world I live!

He came, sat on the throne
for no reason he stuck in mud
around the throne

But left the throne so hot
hangmen so tired
granaries so empty
faces so rippled
rats so hungry
that even cool wind
and rain making clouds
were too timid
to...

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We act like mortals,
racing along the threads
of time like mice in granaries.
Infinity is deep within our DNA,
hoping that one day we will illuminate
everywhere we were afraid to see.......

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