Best Indo Poems

Indo-Fijian Girls CAN Run

I Remember...
Clearly as my memories of Fiji’s blue tropical skies
Desiring to raise my hand for the school’s track events until I heard the lies
Frail, short Indian girl was the brand I was tagged with
But deep down the desire to run I could...

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Villanelle : Never political but spiritual the ancient Indo-Chinese pilgrim ties

       In Memory of the late pathologist (and amateur Astronomer) 
Associate Professor CHONG Siew Meng, National University of Singapore*


Never political but spiritual the ancient Indo-Chinese pilgrim ties
Which pierce through...

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Pakistan was born on 14th of August based on communal grounds.
Many have this misconception that India was born on 15th August. 
India was at least 2222 years old country.
We got independence on 15th August 1947.
The name itself was derived from the river Indus. 
Muslims in...

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Soldiers strengthen the fence of iron wires.
Border looks like a fair face, disfigured by
smallpox. Virus is still active. Infiltrators 
crawl through the mist into India’s heart.
They are brave, but brainless.

A myriad of men waste their sweat in the
nearby militant camps, while wheat farms
lie locked with...

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Yesterday we were together,our life and death was the same,
Today we have drawn a line for reasons foolish and lame.
Shoulder to shoulder, hand in hand,we have been through life,
Trials-tribulations we faced ,struggled through slavery and strife.
What then has happened today that we have turned bitter...

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When silence breaks with a siren's cry,
And ash clouds darken the morning sky,
Two nations rise with wrathful might,
Blind to peace, prepared to fight.

Where rivers flowed through fields so wide,
Now burn with rage on either side.
Flags once fluttered in monsoon air,
Now mark the graves of young...

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(Written through the eyes of a 6th century B. C. era Scythian warrior poet)

wind o wind o wind!

wind o wind whichs cleaves
the steppe in dire stagnation

eternal is the ride,
endless, the expanse

forever is the arrow
and the still air it slices 
has no end to it either

below...

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