Best Laboured Poems

T’was flair from the cobbles that drove the loom
with forced hardy sweat they laboured till eve
a family tradition from the womb
with threaded shuttle and reed hook they weave.
The warp the weft that nurtured the blending
the clatter the din the need of lip sync
a marriage of...

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Those rarer men I once fondly 
knew...                             
Many dead now...
What remains of them they are so 
Few....

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INTERCEPTION

Shadows waning distorted fading
Teasing tempting, a psychotic hack
Scheming concealing cerebral deceiving
Sun retreating behind shades of black

Memoirs succumbing, alpha notes strumming
Hope dwindling midst each laboured breath
Dusky-eyed wretchedness, reflective reminiscence
Sporadic spirits predicting  sinister death

Powerless to quell the oppressor within
Oh, desolation! The thief with the sinister grin
The...

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MAMA AFRICA
 My driver to the earth
 No crush,No regret
 Tales of a black mother
 Mother that mother the
 mother's tongue of mothrer's land.

 When you waft my infant?
 The love you show me is
 that of God to Adam
 Your beam enrich my soul
...

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QUESTIONS OF BALANCE: A JEREMIAD

Why is it at 70 politicians are still underage
To assume political offices	
And at 30 youths are overage to begin a professional career?

What divine strength hath a leader at 75
When a mandatory retirement awaits civil servants at 65?

Why should the government empowers...

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Young, gentle and in bondage
This innocent bird flew towards the promised land
Her frame petite yet powerful
Her eggs beautifully nested when transported from Calcutta

The sight of the new turf welcoming
A dream of hope and fair go brewing deep within
Day and night she laboured for payments equating...

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Botched Artwork Saves Town

Sometime last year, in late August 2015, something unusual went viral..
It was an ancient picture on the wall, vastly unlike its original art..

A piece of botched artwork, unfinished, and yet all over the world it enthralled..
People, the tourist kind, they made a...

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What is this resplendent thing that sparkles ahead,
Pacing faster than limbs of incapacity
Beyond the all-pervasive dakness of want?
Could my eyes be playing upon me some sly pervasity,
Seeing things untrue, askew and errant?
Or is it a reality that they will be resewn
The torn bonds that ...

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I feel a searing chill in my bones
as they painfully turn to black ice
Under the weight of my loneliness
I fear there's an ultimate price

Will I witness my own demise
As cracks appear under this weight
The thought of an endless sadness
as I am doomed to a horrible...

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Spring speaks of promise beginning anew,
While winter winds whistle of being true.
Summer shouts like ferocious violins,
Buzzing warmth of Sun delivers up-chins.
Fall's voice is favoured, it's song's not of loss,
Her trust is heard as though hallowed glass-gloss,
Her breathing, laboured, is suggestion-filled.
Taste of her drink from the...

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On thy breast I suck
On thy belly I walk
On thy hand  I cluck
On thy nose I cock
On thy orders I talk

With your knuckles I knock
With your brain I fork
With your tears I shock 
With your mouth I pork

In your warmth I rock
In your agony...

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I wait for you in the moonlight
In the quiet of the night
Within this room that holds
So many moments of your life

The dreams you've dreamed
Still linger here 
Between these flower-papered walls
That look beyond the window
At the Autumn leaves that fall

A quilted robe lies draped across
A wicker...

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Mommy, don't be upset
When they say how you should stand, sit and eat 
While I munch on your blood and meat.

Just don't be upset
When they advise you on when I should be fed.
You alone know when my tummy needs bread

Mommy, don't be upset
When they say...

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Monah Kaur and Robert Kumar fled from London, came to ‘Hindustan’; tied the knot
The 'Singhs' stopped their songs and 'Kumars at no. 42' burnt their studio; this rebellion; they will forget not
A petite piece of land was gifted by Uncle Prem to mark their freedom
With...

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Usually after the sun's disappear
weary birds return their nests,
tired workers close day-works
all get back respective home,
the house wives make dinner
silently the night falls on them
and on the soft grey earth
closing and opening another part.

Then in the far vast blue sky
you appear as an ever lamp
to...

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