Best Inspirationalred Poems
Under the vast sombre sky,
marooned by dull,sheenless wall,
imprisoned by cast iron gate,
a garden with a thousand blossoms.
Tall,lifeless trees beside
stood in rows and columns.
Leaves from their unsteady branches
wilted and fumbled in air.
Dusty,green leaves everywhere,
inhaled and exhaled the languid air,
zephyrs blew incessantly 'round,
causing gales of sorrow and solitude.
A thousand young flowers stood,
fluttered in zephyrs that blew,
fell to the ground one by one,
unable to endure the madness of gale.
Amidst the excruciating gale,
and the obscure,rancid air,
stood one blood red blossom
without bowing to the inclement wind.
Spines protruded in air,
from its meagre,long stalk,
to fight the obtruding gale,
withot heeding its infirmity.
Under the sky in the sequestered garden,
beautiful prisoners fell dead.
One brave blossom stood upright,
the red solitary blossom.
Rose from her dreams
Flourished against centuries of inaction
Broke the spell of inactivity and
Showed the confident strength of maturity.
The cultural, the mature world
Crossed the eternal ocean of pain
But that disaster couldn’t stop her there
And she sparkled, with Asia flaunting this asset.
Engineering, Medical, Fashion and Food
She raided the market and you know.
That small little island vulnerably placed
Glowed like a diamond amidst coal.
No man could stop nor hinder her steps
With her head held high and flowered bosom
She danced in red amidst white,
Like the glowing red sun in a snow white sky.
Today its 11th March, I can see her robbed
It wasn’t a man or an animal.
This was the dreadful anger of almighty
Jealous of her beauty and insanity.
He ruined her jewels and
Lashed her body.
And now we see her coughing blood
Criminals or innocent he spared no one.
Yes she’s wailing and bleeding
Not only he but her children too
Managed to crush the blossom and bloom.
Yet I know she won’t stoop
Be it soul or body
She’ll fight and raise back again
Because I know she won’t stop.
The hall echoes with the drone of
ecstatic chants and gongs,
‘midst a jungle of jasmine and red lilies.
Steep stairs of tread worn,
silica-laced granite and
indigenous red brick meander.
Yellow-jackets buzz,
and red-robed women with bound hair
and tightly laced hearts
jump rope like children.
Ornate caterpillars crawl fearlessly
among humanities most beautiful hearts;
waterfalls thrash in ecstasy.
Acolytes place the earthly remains
of florescent black and turquoise butterflies on alters;
in tribute to the Osho's garden.
wikipedia.org/wiki/Osho_(Bhagwan_Shree_Rajneesh)