Horses! Poor victims of man's inhumanity.
How many had their lives destroyed without pity?
Drag carts in dark mines without seeing the daylight.
Charge in battles, inhale gases, die in a fight.
Worn out carrying plows for men who disparage.
For the travelers, pull heavy horse-drawn carriage
Under the blazing sun, the rain, or in the haze;
And for silly, heartless tourists still nowadays.
You strongly curse these exploiters, powerful nag!
I read in your dreams, thoughts, even in your fibers,
And guess how you see your heaven ideally.
In arenas, these sinister people, in rag
And despair, join circus tamers and bullfighters
Condemned to kill each other perpetually.
Poets and Bullfighters,
death to uncage
The truth between horns,
eternity’s rage
One thrust entitled,
mortality damned
Life springs eternal
—the sword leaves your hand
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
Poets and Bullfighters,
death to uncage
The truth between horns,
eternity’s rage
One thrust entitled,
mortality damned
Life springs eternal,
—the sword leaves your hand
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
Trading the sweetness, a rainbow
on icefalls, you will come back on rocks
and drink the elixir of death.
A fantastic dream of soap bubbles in a tumbler,
ejecting the inky grief on the transparent glass.
The pink goddess of wealth
will descend again in your bowls. Brassica
will decide the future of grass.
The moon ride has become cheaper in cans
like sardines, unethical but sleeping with god.
Thongs were visible on steps of bathing ghats
for the benefit of bullfighters. Gibbons
indulging in aerial bombing. Comfortable
in groves jacarandas were smiling.
Unlike you I smelt the dried flowers
between the pages of history
to meet the shadows on the walls of time.
SATISH VERMA
Gamblers All
by Rick Rucker
Some gamble big, others small,
I can assure you, we're gamblers all.
Some bet it all on the roll of dice,
Others asking out a Woman, nice.
Bullfighters live on odds real slim,
That they stab the Bull, 'fore it stabs him!
Some drivers bet that a light, turning red,
Still means that it's clear ahead.
There is a growing faction,
That believes that Humans just love "action."
That it provides a narcotic thrill,
Strong as any drink, or pill!
So, when buying a chance to win a Rolls Royce,
It's in your genes, you have no choice!
Trading the sweetness, a rainbow
on icefalls, you will come back on rocks
and drink the elixir of death.
A fantastic dream of soap bubbles in a tumbler,
ejecting the inky grief on the transparent glass.
The pink goddess of wealth
will descend again in your bowls. Brassica
will decide the future of grass.
The moon ride has become cheaper in cans
like sardines, unethical but sleeping with god.
Thongs were visible on steps of bathing ghats
for the benefit of bullfighters. Gibbons
indulging in aerial bombing. Comfortable
in groves jacarandas were smiling.
Unlike you I smelt the dried flowers
between the pages of history
to meet the shadows on the walls of time.
SATISH VERMA
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