Humane Poems

Humane

                                               Don't brawl
                                                    Love all


                                           
                                                  Place : 10

She's

She's a two edge sword,
who wheels profound believes;
Thus, sashays with Viking's valor 
and intuitive ease.
She's been known 
to bend, near break,
to shade discarded leaves;
From harsh-scolding droughts
or debar's frost-bite freeze.

She's 
no puppet-master
and certainly, 
ain't angst's puppet, hung;
Who submissive,
cowardly questions, 
bows then scurrys 
when her strings
are tugged.

She's that avid eagle
with freedom's rein to soar.
Her nest, 
it never tethers,
with knowledge's thirst, 
explores.
The world, it's her oyster,
with every venture, 
craves to conquer more.

Humane

Dig only until your fingers can reach,
don't fall face down into the ground,
you're not soil yet 

Extend your hands only until warmth is still home,
don't deplete yourself of what you give, 
even stars die a cold death

Build your fences only until their faces are friends' 
don't reach for the sun,
you'll only burn yourself

Sing to the gods only until your voice is air 
don't meddle with hands
religion isn't only yours to reclaim

Guard your walls only until the soldiers are rivals
don't stick your guns at every gate
not all neighbors are villains

Count the waves only until the sea waves back
don't wait for the sun to sink
your boat is holed of your own feet

Rush back home on more than weekends 
don't fit love into tight routines, 
time doesn't entertain belated guests

Love until your bones are soil
don't worry about bills and gods 
humane is the best you can.

Why is man not humane

If tree’s always tree
And beast forever a beast,
Why’s man humane not?
Perhaps his intellect’s caught
On wings of whether or not.

As to his trouble,
He, no more than a bubble,
Thinks he’s all of sea,
And his ego’s dark imprint
Has dulled his human instinct.
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Tanka Nov 2023 men, humanity

Humane Nature

powerless creek creaks
unable pond pondering
sun shimmering hope~
a nuturing nature hails
chilly issue jiffy freeze

Humanness Is To Be Humane

Be it kings, commoners no less,
Know, humanness is not in dress.

In rage nor yet is it in love,
A raging sage has it no less.

Words nor manners make any case,
In kindness, not in mere embrace. 

Not oft traced in a holy place,
In act, not just in kindly face.

Faced on Judgment Day upon death, 
It’s not in lifetime’s tall address.

It is in lifelong commitment,
Not when life breaks for short recess.

It's not something in an oath to confess,
Humane to be, not else is humanness. 
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Ghazals |06.01.2023| humanity

Humane Color

Calculating bravery, designing a plan
To conquer fear and rise above it
Emotions running high, sweat on the skin
Genetic alphabets, a faulty concealment
Pulsing circuitry, a universal connection
Astrological bees, preparing for inception
To overstand this world is not to be sane
But to demand respect, with a brush of humane color.

Humane Is Divine

Who says God is invisible?
Haven’t you ever seen a child smiling with its wide open mouth?
Behind the innocent smile, you can find His move.
Innocence is God.

Who says God is invisible?
Haven’t you ever seen the hands extending alms?
Behind the hands, you can find the aura of God. 
Charity is God.

Who says God is invisible?
Haven’t you ever seen the service offered to a suffering soul?
Behind the service, you can see the charm of God. 
Service is God.


Who says God is invisible?
Haven’t you ever seen the friends embracing each other?
Behind the pure hearts,you can find the love of God.
Purity is God.


Who says God is invisible?
Haven’t you ever seen a Guru teaching his disciple?
Behind every truth, you can find His blessings.
Humility is God.

Why all this?
Humane is Divine.


Placed : 5th

Where is God hiding Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
Date: 25-08-2022

World Will Be Humane Again

In God’s own world so humane once
Blood flows thick as incensed streams
Bullets rip through the buds of dream 
The homeless drift as alien discards
Terror flares up in the fanatic hearths
Lives mutilated by despicable instincts
People plunge in cesspool of vice and sin 
Dislodged empathy finds its way astray
Morality defaced by harsh intolerance
Kinship disintegrates in abhorrence.

In God’s own world so beautiful ever
The sun rises in multi-color grandeur
The ocean embraces the golden shores
The sky sparkles with moon and stars
The rains shower the music of clouds
The forest makes scenic emerald lattice 
The river takes land’s essence to the sea.

The children born to inhabit the world
Still smile and play merrily in the field
God is not tired of the humankind yet
He will make the world humane again.

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May 29, 2022
For A Brian Strand Premiere Contest

Brief History of Homo-Sapiens

Fire gave us power right at the door,
Farming made us hungry for more,
Money gave us ungoverned greed,
And science, such a deadly breed!

Our brief his’try from beastly apes
To species that learnt spoken word,
Sovereign that rules the whole world,
Then back to brutes that Ma Earth rapes. 

One step perhaps from back to caves,
His’try repeats from birth to graves, 
On verge of destroying our dome,
Back to base, a full round to roam!
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Inspired by the book: ‘Sapiens’, Brief History of Humankind, by Yuval Noah Harari, humankind, yes human but never humane. So, let me just call them Homo-sapiens.  

Introspection |18.06.2021|

A Humane Tableau

A Humane Tableau

There you are good friends
beloved and loving
joyous and kindly
each time I go by
life filled with harshness
still you say breathe in
 




March 15, 2021

One Sourced Humane Resources

If we come from ZeroSource,
secularly known as OneSource Light,
and sacredly as DivineEnergy,
we still may not conclude
we are interchangeable ReSources.

Life forms interdependent
are not simply interchangeable,
exchangeable
like loose change,
habitual everyday whatevers;
unlike guns and violence
because we have emergent
development,
because we are regenerate organisms;
not gradually deteriorating machines.

We inherit from Source
and we inhabit relationships
further evolving ego's heartened warmth
toward light
and divested shunning of disheartened cold
away from DivineEnergy.

This trail of tears
in joy and sadness
begins with EarthSource,
and ends with EcoCentering
compassionate ReSourcing 
ReConnecting
ReCommunicating 
ReStorative ReGenerators.

Some aware of ReLigioning,
and perhaps the better half
not so much.

Humane Heroes

I hear it from across my river view-
the echoed horn of Metro-North's rail train.
At early dawn, I sit and wonder who
is going to the City to sustain
essential duties- heroes so humane-
those doctors, nurses, aides, to lend support,
along with first responders who deport
to hospitals where Covid patients bide.
There- they at risk help stay day's death report;
own fearfulness of sickness override.


April 9, 2020

~HM~
Contest: Brian's Choice 5
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 05/08/2020

Note:
Metro-North trains go through the Hudson Valley
along the Hudson River to Grand Central Station in 
New York City.  Because of the Coronavirus, they 
run on a limited schedule for essential employees 
who work and are needed in the Metropolitan area.

Luxurious Life Dries the Humane Tears

rain lives
in the womb of clouds

black and white clouds
flying over the sky crowd

the sun
on its orbital path as usual

but parched bone
feels the sun hottest

I, the cruel people
kill thousands flora and fauna

luxurious life
dries fully the humane tears

now there is no coolness
in retina, visual cortex, optic nerve of the earth... 


-Wednesday, June 12, 2019 Chattogram

Humane Moment of Time

I wanted to reach your hand with patience
No answer came, just an utter silence…
In the dark, wanted to feel the warmth of thy closeness
Felt a cold body, lying in a deep sleep, unconsciousness.
To be honest, getting used to of this, confined space-controlled air…
Nothing seems to matter at all, nothing feels so essential, yet so far.

But, on one splendid, humane moment of time
I could love thee with all my heart!
I could rush my return to home, with setting sun
To break free silence of fear apart.
Still longing for a precious moment on one lovely day
When dreams turn alive, a droplet of rain, sparkling ray! 




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