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now hear the unheard cries
of dalit women plight
upper caste takes pride
humanity here despise
seeing the cruelty dies
of high caste females crucify
mercilessly their own gender
in the name of caste blunder
mutely supporting the plunder
of dalit women, who wonder
the silence of own gender
on the sight of femininity
in the board day light
paraded naked in their own vicinity
raped, ravished and trampled
no doubt upper caste femininity
is skin deep only
else they would have fought
for their feminine right
to live life free of fright
alas! they are caste blind
to see their mutual bind
feminists too are not so kind
to raise voice against the crime
awfully ignores humiliating death
suffered by dalit women daily
story of dalit women is grim
suffers discrimination all time
as a female and a lower caste being
though struggling through adversities
if succeed to come out of the rim
aristocrat high caste vultures deem
her hopes nothing but dream
ever preying on her virtuosity
that dominates their caste superiority
arising dalit women suffers subtly
high caste people discriminating policy
based on caste as well gender inferiority
where majority prays and swears by female deity
but treat dalit women mere commodity
nation egotist in its democracy
fails to notice caste discrepancy
dalit women should now be their own saviors
pursue the legacy of Savitribai Phule and Dr. Ambedkar
be educated, be united and agitate
Form:
The radiant shine leaves your aurora
dimming ever so quickly,
as in northern regions you are—borealis
falling into the southernmost Sahara
negative gradients descend—australis
The gloss of moral sanction
The glitter of a social butterfly
The prism of a love sonnet
I thought it would never end
False is an outward appearance
Black smoke puffed
charcoal ashes
spread amongst the masses
Snuffed are the soft eider white reminiscence
Left are the burnt embers of memory
Janus face so striking
truant tradeoffs at any cost
totality misleading,
yet, narcissism becomes you
A most plebeian diagnosis
Self-absorbed egotist
with delusions
of grandeur
You’ll popularize
popularity
while it condemns you,
A cowardice,
believing
YOU were a soldier
Yet you hid when all battled for you
a fair weathered friend is no
friend at all
You’ve painted a Renoir of you
an illusion, it's a Goya—El Greco!
A bruting intimacy restrained
a duality in an Art Deco
mask off, mask on
Disguise!
Hide what’s just another espy
I was wrong about you...
Words spread eloquently
A perennial drone others reality
If cruelty, are your real realms
Then I am just another casualty
Taken in by your devilish charms
when Moon and Sun collide
allied with the charred stars
A false hope maker
dream taker,
heartbreaker,
faker
Fare thee well...
You’re of them
No one special after all
a let down
draining
I want no
part of you
Whole night sorrows underneath my pillow;
Nightmare hits, and scared of attachments.
Every day I hope to rise, but fall down below;
Meets magical tales and spell enchantments.
At peace with things, I watch Korean dramas,
Better to watch than those who don't care about!
Selfless in my service, but their dilemmas—
No need of an egotist, hopeless; please get out!
All I ask for is peace at a time, and just me;
Leave, or let me live away, all the way out free.
Even if I care, I am attached, and what not?
All that I ask for is a respectful gesture around.
Things which I have left behind will live alone.
I talk less but speak my mind and let it be alone.
It doesn't matter if I'm lost right now and then;
All I live and think about is a great, great friend.
You shouldn’t ‘ve said that, bite your tongue
You said I look old, but you know I’m still young
If ever a wiz a wiz there is ??
I’ll bite my tongue and feel its fizz
You said I look fat, or something like that
and that I’m a tired, bitter ol bat
You know I’m a sweet young dainty thing
I’m the morning glow you find in Spring
You say that I’m just a crabby shrew
Bite your tongue and shame on you!
You know I display no angst or drama
I have the kindly aura of the Dhali Lama
You said I can’t write worth a dam
I never said I could but now and then
get in a slam!
You call me an egotist, a narcissistic freak
You must know my words have been tongue-n-cheek?
You shouldn’t ‘ve said that, bite your tongue
before you shoot hurtful words for fun
My tongue is bigger as you can see
I’ll pull its trigger like a gun then flee
I may be too tall and you an elf
It’s on the tip of my tongue…
All that’s said reflects yourself
In the end, the only thing that counts
If there’s any love in you, any ounce
We’ll bite our tongues and
forgive the fuss, which drains the light
from all of us
It’s written in quotes, psalms and clichés
Never your innate decency betray
Follow your own worthy words
search within and find someway
Let’s take a ride, how about traveling, to outer space,
Just accept anything’s possible, it’s our cosmic chase,
Moving faster than light speed, in the blink of an eye,
Unleash your imagination, laws of physics, don’t apply,
Maybe stay closer to home, getting carried away,
Not that it’s impossible, Probably better this way,
I bid to free your mind, open up Pandora’s box,
Some controlling egotist, may be keeping locked.
Might think this is fantasy, I promise you not,
Keeps us unrestrained, from an imperious lot,
Rather we’d stay stupid, believe everything’s fine,
Brainwashed all our lives, left to tow the line.
Too many gaslighters, out for personal gain,
Call us troublemakers, having gall, to complain,
I am not preaching, just offering sound advice,
Keep your independence, for life’s full of choice.
Well thank God for google, if needing a little help,
Press a few touchscreens, a tonic within itself.
Always some caveats, beware of computer trolls,
Half decent firewall, should suffice on the whole.
Is too much knowledge, really a dangerous thing,
Worse than owning shotguns, barely aged sixteen,
I agree in some cases, ignorance truly is bliss,
Only if comforting, from the inevitable abyss.
Many poets shone light, on history’s darkest times,
Obscure aficionados, emancipating reality with rhyme,
Fighting nightmarish wars, writing obituaries home,
Bleeding ink upon paper, never flinching in their tone.
Others encapsulate landscape, frozen in winter snow,
How they portray nature, this rhymster will never know,
Beautiful form of art, smashing out from all restraints,
Poets you set me free, lest my tribute is mundane.
By
David Kavanagh
“I am the Moon and live way up high
In the night sky
I live among the brightest of stars
In my galaxy, also lives Mars,
Infinite is my neighborhood,
I would like to smile if I could,
But my persona is to look sad,
It makes me ever so mad.
Lovers lie on the beach sand at night,
Their love etched in the sand in sight,
But others, prefer frying,
Under your rays, blazing
Showing off their human tans,
Oh you darnn Sun, you do have fans,
But a criminal, causing chaos, so hot,
As in devil, certainly not
So much fun,
They prefer me any day,
To you red hot Sun!”
Frustrated the Sun replies,
“I come out every day,
I sustain all vegetation growth,
Warm humans from the outside in,
And the inside out,
Even visit freezing Norway.”
Patiently the Moon listens.
“Oh what do you in any case know,
I dear Sun, provide light
In the night,
And light up dark paths with a glow,”
The Moon then continued.
“And people like to wish when I’m waxing,
Men and women, girls and boys, worldwide,
All too soon
Declaring their love
Giving poets a chance to translate this
Love into words, all around planet Earth,
Across its length and girth.”
“You are such an egotist.”
The Sun sarcastically said,
“Without me, Earth would be dead,
Humans would freeze,
With a rapid ease”,
“i give you that”, replied the Moon,
“You are rather cool!”
“But you’re a romantic fool”,
Exploded the Sun,
“I’m indispensable
To humankind,”
Our romantic Moon had to have
The last word,
"I could eclipse you, but
Maybe you’re right,
I admit in a debate. You score,
You are rather bright,
But I have made history,
Man rocketed to my land,
And held a handful of sand,
Humans landed on me the Moon,
And planted the American flag,
Now I know you feel I do brag,
But I am so proud
Without any shadow of doubt.
Enough now, so let’s call a truce,
And say its deuce, your advantage,
We are both needed,
And respectfully heeded.”
It’s a crime
if my education and social status make me egotist and entice to humiliate others
It's a crime
if I wear the mask of modesty rearing immodesty inside
It's a crime
if I call and show others the pious path making self only convener
It's a crime
for donating to religious works I earn money illegal ways
It's a crime
when I make me a pilgrim to holy religion places
and after returning I become desperate to take previous revenge
it’s a crime
for a particular religion or belief hating another religion or belief
and for the sake of certain religions avoiding universal humanity
It's a big crime
for recurring misdeeds if I ask forgiveness again and again
19.08.2020 Chattogram
Is Echo anything beyond a voice?
Narcissus is a very handsome man.
Is love an obligation, or a choice?
It hasn’t varied since the world began.
Narcissus is a very handsome man.
He sees his own reflexion, and he knows:
it hasn’t varied since the world began.
To love an egotist engenders woes.
He sees his own reflexion, and he knows
he is his own enduring fantasy.
To love an egotist engenders woes –
one thing will always block you: that thing’s “he”.
He is his own enduring fantasy:
he seeks no other: he’s both hook and bait.
One thing will always block you: that thing’s “he”.
Thus gorgeousness becomes an ugly trait!
He seeks no other. He’s both hook and bait.
He’s empty. As we say, he’s lost the plot:
thus gorgeousness becomes an ugly trait.
But sound, like memory, can mark the spot.
We think love lasts for ever. Clearly not.
Abandoning a partner now seems rife.
The axioms we’ve lived by are forgot.
What are the privileges of a wife?
Abandoning a partner now seems rife.
Is love an obligation, or a choice?
What are the privileges of a wife?
Is Echo anything beyond a voice?
"If I kill a wicked person, a liar or Satan
Will I have ever peace or world be peaceful forever?"
-QOUTE BY MAHTAB BANGALEE
I'm well configured animal of nature
I'm THE most intelligent in the animal planet
I'm the best species of homo-sapience
I have to survive as my wish that's why
I need to consume all whatever I want
I’m the omnivorous animal that’s why-
I kill another animal from fauna,
I kill the flora and use other elements of nature capriciously!
I’m civilized, literate; I’ve common sense, conscience
That’s why I want to kill uncivilized, illiterate, and unscrupulous
I dislike lie, envy, ego and all the devilish sense
That’s why want to I kill liar, hater, egotist and Satan
It’s impossible, utterly impossible to kill the devilish sense
That’s why I seek the Devil to kill
I want to kill lie but I can’t; so I kill a liar
I want to kill devilish sense but I can’t; so I kill a wicked person
I can’t kill infectious disease that’s why I kill infectious patient
Out of sights I can’t everything that’s why I can’t control myself
For my overpowering sense sometimes I attempt to kill the self
But in homosapien’s blood and honors
The uncontrollable sense is a permanent contagious virus!
Now, it’s a big question that
If I kill a wicked person, a liar or Satan
Will I have ever peace or world be peaceful forever?
-NOVEMBER 02, 2022
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Before:
When no middle ground can be found amid rifts
They’ll send in a few unsolicited gifts
The east and the west shall politely decline
each incoming gift with a two fingered sign
It’s ‘You show me yours and I’ll show you mine
You’ll find mine is bigger and faster than thine’.
Those egotist madmen square up, face to face
Each has a red button hidden some place
During:
There’s streaks in the sky where the incoming fly
They can’t be outrun although some people try
A sullen man says in a voice that is wry,
“It’s a good day for kissing your backside goodbye.”
One handshake may well have made this a good day
Instead I head home where I’ll kneel down and pray
I hope that my lady will manage a laugh
When I say, “Let’s hide under that old tin bath.”
After:
The dust and the glory, the horror before me
No Big Mac and no more knickerbocker glory
The buildings, the trees and the telephone towers
Lay in the dust made by opposing powers
We showed em, we taught em, that we won’t be beat
And we won the war but with ashes to eat
The reds are all melted and their allies too
And we reign supreme but hey… where are you?
I’m sure you’re here somewhere to savour our win
To search through the rubble for champagne or gin
It seems there’s no signal for our mobile phones
but why is your purse amid those charcoaled bones
What will you think of my distorted face
With tumours and fissures all over the place
The air is so hot and it hard to perceive
That if I should die there is no one to grieve
I’m breathing in soot and I finally see
Earth’s last pair of lungs are afire in me
My last living thought now that humans are done
Is ‘God save the west… and I’m so glad we won.’