The wounded sigh of a father,
Tells his concern for his child
Whose actions seem stupid and wild.
The wounded sigh of a teacher,
Reflects his worry for his pupil
His progress, if he can’t quadruple.
The wounded sigh of a wife,
Shows her anxiety for her better half
As she senses a threat for her marriage graph.
The wounded sigh of a doctor,
Denotes his apprehension for his sick person
Whose health does progressively worsen.
The wounded sigh of an emperor,
Is the sign of bother for the safety of his nation
As he sees his warriors’ gradual elimination.
The wounded sigh of an environmentalist,
Is the signal of his distress against pollution
And his search for the ways of its solution.
The wounded sigh of a peace lover,
Is the symbol of his hostility towards wars
As they destroy the lives of crores.
Categories:
crores, 5th grade,
Form: Free verse
Assassin
Jinnatul Hossain Tanim
Listen, listen, listen, ungrateful, unfaithful assassin has dreamed of liberation.
In the Second World War, the world leader Hitler whispered the wreckage of the wreckage of the world.
How many crores in plunder, how many miles, All written in Israel,
Listen, listen, listen, listen, heretics, beasts, the cries of the newborn of Palestine can be heard, in the knowledge of death, they are helpless today.
Muslim well illuminated by the arrival of the cataclysm. They will wipe out the killer on the battlefield in the guise of a Syrian newborn hero screaming at the daily bomb.
Categories:
crores, 7th grade,
Form: Free verse
With the era of capitalism
We were making people's
Slaves that are the equi bearers
In their own den
Living with the neediness
Surviving like a prey
With a great fear
With the sunrise of modernity
We had lacked our society
To be great
We want to be guilt full
Not want to make
Nation a house of equality
To create a nation
A centre of ballisticity
Let's count upto ten
And feel your heart
Did you really
Thought that the number decreased in the past year
Did you really think
That the number
Creates a sign of dignity
Yes it shows that
Ten among hundred thirty five
Crores are richest
After this cruel reality
Still love to drink the guilt
But answer your heart
After a try of 75 steps
Let's see what the result
Will our nation decreased the guilt
Let's see what the result
Categories:
crores, 12th grade, art, depression,
Form: Free verse
Little Reina in the midst of a dream
Hands holding her cheeks like a beam
What’s in her thoughts, you wonder?
Can it be about lightning and thunder?
A serene expression is on her face
She’s enlightened and full of grace
May be dreaming what she’d be as a teen
Perhaps an actor on which she is keen
No chance of becoming an actor, says granny
Soon she would be doing roles of a nanny
Maybe she’d be a scientist says grandpa
What! Attending conferences to talk blah!
Then what would she’d be, pondered mummy
With all her teachers she is so chummy
Says daddy, it’s a perfect case for a politician
She can make money in crores from any mission
Reina awoke from slumber with a yawn
Said, she was dreaming about a big white swan
Who once lived in a castle as a handsome prince
When a magic spell cast him into a swan ever since.
END
Categories:
crores, dream,
Form: Rhyme
Money is your wish,
You have no love of without money,
Sweetheart love to hear you,
Love is not my game.
This breath stops,
even when this life stays,
It remains a million crores,
Only the shroud one climbs,
Neither do you weigh the money,
I do not have any value,
Sweetheart love to hear you,
Love is not my game,
It is true that the love is from the heart,
Her love is only in the world,
Love is everything,
You do not understand,
You do not have a role like that.
Sweetheart love to hear you,
Love is not my game.
Categories:
crores, abortion, absence, adventure, africa,
Form: Lyric
It was Me All Alone ,
On a Dulcet Seashore ,
Trying To Figure Out Which Road I Belong ,
A Freak Step Could Prove Me Wrong....
What To Do ?
What To Do ?
Choose Which Queue ?
Ah Ya ! Mr. Motivator will Help ,
I thought with Just a faint Yelp.
I went To him Straight ,
Waited For Hours On His Gate ,
Because He's The One To Counsel Me ,
The One Who Carefree.
He Explained Me What's Life ,
Be A Hero In The Strife !
Elucidated What's A Battle ,
Be Not Dumb , You Driven Cattle !
His Words Echoed In My ears,
Until He Asked Me , To Cheer.
Why should I Seek For Dumbness To study It ?
It is Of God and Passes Human wit.
I raced Back to the Seashore ,
With Ruminations Of Crores ,
I sat Again ,this Time To Tackle This Battle,
Hearing The Foeman's rattle.
The road Was Taken ,
And I was Through ,
My Road Trip Begun ,
As I Bid Adieu !!
It was Me all Alone ,
On a Dulcet Seashore ,
Trying To Figure Out Which Road I Belong ,
A Freak Step Could Prove Me Wrong !
Categories:
crores, appreciation, cheer up, destiny,
Form: Lyric
It was Me All Alone ,
On a Dulcet Seashore ,
Trying To Figure Out Which Road I Belong ,
A Freak Step Could Prove Me Wrong....
What To Do ?
What To Do ?
Choose Which Queue ?
Ah Ya ! Mr. Motivator will Help ,
I thought with Just a faint Yelp.
I went To him Straight ,
Waited For Hours On His Gate ,
Because He's The One To Counsel Me ,
The One Who Carefree.
He Explained Me What's Life ,
Be A Hero In The Strife !
Elucidated What's A Battle ,
Be Not Dumb , You Driven Cattle !
His Words Echoed In My ears,
Until He Asked Me , To Cheer.
Why should I Seek For Dumbness To study It ?
It is Of God and Passes Human wit.
I raced Back to the Seashore ,
With Ruminations Of Crores ,
I sat Again ,this Time To Tackle This Battle,
Hearing The Foeman's rattle.
The road Was Taken ,
And I was Through ,
My Road Trip Begun ,
As I Bid Adieu !!
It was Me all Alone ,
On a Dulcet Seashore ,
Trying To Figure Out Which Road I Belong ,
A Freak Step Could Prove Me Wrong !
Categories:
crores, appreciation, cheer up, destiny,
Form: Lyric
It was Me All Alone ,
On a Dulcet Seashore ,
Trying To Figure Out Which Road I Belong ,
A Freak Step Could Prove Me Wrong....
What To Do ?
What To Do ?
Choose Which Queue ?
Ah Ya ! Mr. Motivator will Help ,
I thought with Just a faint Yelp.
I went To him Straight ,
Waited For Hours On His Gate ,
Because He's The One To Counsel Me ,
The One Who Carefree.
He Explained Me What's Life ,
Be A Hero In The Strife !
Elucidated What's A Battle ,
Be Not Dumb , You Driven Cattle !
His Words Echoed In My ears,
Until He Asked Me , To Cheer.
Why should I Seek For Dumbness To study It ?
It is Of God and Passes Human wit.
I raced Back to the Seashore ,
With Ruminations Of Crores ,
I sat Again ,this Time To Tackle This Battle,
Hearing The Foeman's rattle.
The road Was Taken ,
And I was Through ,
My Road Trip Begun ,
As I Bid Adieu !!
It was Me all Alone ,
On a Dulcet Seashore ,
Trying To Figure Out Which Road I Belong ,
A Freak Step Could Prove Me Wrong !
Categories:
crores, appreciation, cheer up, destiny,
Form: Lyric
It was Me All Alone ,
On a Dulcet Seashore ,
Trying To Figure Out Which Road I Belong ,
A Freak Step Could Prove Me Wrong....
What To Do ?
What To Do ?
Choose Which Queue ?
Ah Ya ! Mr. Motivator will Help ,
I thought with Just a faint Yelp.
I went To him Straight ,
Waited For Hours On His Gate ,
Because He's The One To Counsel Me ,
The One Who Carefree.
He Explained Me What's Life ,
Be A Hero In The Strife !
Elucidated What's A Battle ,
Be Not Dumb , You Driven Cattle !
His Words Echoed In My ears,
Until He Asked Me , To Cheer.
Why should I Seek For Dumbness To study It ?
It is Of God and Passes Human wit.
I raced Back to the Seashore ,
With Ruminations Of Crores ,
I sat Again ,this Time To Tackle This Battle,
Hearing The Foeman's rattle.
The road Was Taken ,
And I was Through ,
My Road Trip Begun ,
As I Bid Adieu !!
It was Me all Alone ,
On a Dulcet Seashore ,
Trying To Figure Out Which Road I Belong ,
A Freak Step Could Prove Me Wrong !
Categories:
crores, appreciation, cheer up, destiny,
Form: Lyric
*.corrupt:
We are real files of the world,
Better than files of computational emerald;
Viruses can't fight with us,
Hard to find,Tough to scan from surplus;
You wont get any such file extensions,
We are our politicians' inventions;
We make more copies of ourselves,
Worms should doubt in themselves;
Hacking is just breaking into system,
We are in ourselves system's wisdom;
100 crores scam is mere thing,
Lacs of crores corruption in our record's wing;
If Central Bureau Of Investigation is an antivirus,
We are stronger,we inject in them chronic virus;
We leave no stones unturned ,
Be it 3G or COALGATE,everything we welcome;
We have an edge over computers,
Hidden,stolen,the brutal murderers.
Categories:
crores, political,
Form: Rhyme
Can you hear a babe crying of hunger?
The mother has no milk in breast to feed her.
I turned to see them but found two skeletons,
Few bones covered with skin, Are they humans?
The mother has no strength to beg for feeding her offspring,
Counting her last breath but still for some savior she’s waiting,
Difficult to sustain, for every breath she’s gasping
Unprepared to leave her alone in this merciless world,
The little creature that’s clinging
Holding with her feeble hands the lifeless body,
The Gods child is weeping.
Can you see the ocean of crowd in the railway station?
Not a single one has time to turn or pause, not they show any emotion
Here live all lifeless machines, no trace of humanity and compassion
All running for name fame and position, money is their passion.
Crores they donate in Your temple, mosque, gurudwara and church
But blind they are to see your child dying for a cup of milk,
Little shelter, little care and love, is that too much?
Loving God you must be ashamed of your best creation
You created in your image to take care of your world not for destruction.
Categories:
crores, irony,
Form: ABC