Long Tigris Poems
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Author's Note
In February 1258, the Mongol army led by Hulagu Khan sacked Baghdad, the capital of the Abbasid Caliphate. It marked the end of the Islamic Golden Age. Libraries like the House of Wisdom were destroyed, and countless books were thrown into the Tigris River until the water ran black with ink and red with blood. Scholars, artists, and civilians were killed. The destruction ended centuries of science, medicine, and philosophy, and showed what happens when cruelty replaces knowledge and forgiveness.
When Baghdad Wept-CM
Cruel hooves marched, and cities bled,
Cold steel struck, and scholars fled.
Wisdom burned while rivers ran,
Words turned ash in Tigris span.
Mercy slept while towers fell,
Golden age was lost to hell.
Yet kindness waits in hearts to rise,
Forgiveness blooms in humankind eyes.
We embrace the craze for the garbage
Sacrificing your sometimes fragrant calls
Shifting from paper to paper
Like skyscraper the same garbage
In every news every daily
Spillage of helpless human blood
Lumps of life in lust for lawless illness
Your dance my darling is being punctured
This is a time of black adventure
Garbage hoarded deep down there
Garbage learned and reinforced with care
Releasing through lone wolf and grenades
You offered me many a window
Even in my stuffy room in a slum
You proffered me a few pigeons
To my breast to write poems
To even your gifts I preferred garbage
And now it rules our life and world
Garbage of pent up anger and irritation
The rampaging truck on Bastille Day
Turning the whole landscape macabre
The world is at the mercy of peace robbers
Did we create it by dumping garbage
In Tigris and Euphrates decades ago
The hyper-material world is turning garbage
Candles no more flicker at the daily carnage
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July 17, 2016
Before any known thing was evident
God existed for all time never began
He rested on the seventh day made it holy
the Lord had created Adam the first man
But God created a garden in Eden
in a moment He planted it in the east
Adam came there to work on it
this God's plan for Adam at very least
At first, there was nothing at all there
until God displayed His creative hand
then there were trees of every kind
oak and fir and ash all to stand
Then water appeared to water all there
it divided into four rivers no less
which flowed into its tributaries indeed
God watered Eden sharing its real dress
Rivers aplenty began with Pishon
flowing around Havilah full of gold
next came Gihon covered all of Cush
then was Tigris and Euphrates this is told
Now disaster struck this godly garden
God had made woman from Adam and grown
these two did what God said no to and sinned
so Jesus later took this sin to sure atone
It's quite obvious now:
"The they" are preparing for life deep underground.
Placing final ribbons around subterranean cities.
Stockpiling sustenance
Water being siphoned to top off cisterns and privies.
The Amazon, Tigris, and Euphrates.
Superior, Michigan, and Erie are all being drained.
The surface people will be left scrambling for crumbs
in the phlegm of nuclear holocaust.
They'll devolve into hunter-gatherer clans.
To become a twisted reality show for subterraneans.
"The They" who trafficked us and ate our babies
will make a game of it, placing bets at our expense...
on who will perish -who'll be left.
Then, when the earth is somewhat cleansed.
"The They" will emerge to barter with metal from our teeth
pin our cross/bones to their puffy pigeon chests
The rest will serve as sex slaves, servants, and jesters
in the post-apocalyptic bed, "the they" have knowingly made.
At our home, in Rio and Rome, let morning come
In tattered twilight twin towers tumbling down
Beech Birch Banyan Neem being brought down
Your moon pales in homeless premonition
Let our madness calm, let morning come
Dark too much cumbersome let morning come
On the bank of Tigris a little boy plans to take up the guns
To no end, for no rose. Let morning come
Our habits, our rabbits, make them less unwholesome
Through the lattices in the wall, let morning come
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18/9/2016
Note: Neem is a tree in the Mahogany family native to Indian subcontinent.
Initially wrote it for "Foyle's young poet's competition 2017" but unfortunately didn't win. So sharing it here
Let me take you to a place
Where all of the sadness are erased
Where there is no discrimination between gender or race
Where there isn't any trace of devil, sin, nor is there any disgrace
Where angels sing you lullabies
Here nobody ever cries
And only love and love lies
Justice prevails all over it, lion and deer lives in peace
Here the birds wake you up with their sweet melodies
A place lightened by God
Every corners of it are made up of transparent gold
The floor is full of marbels and expensive rocks
Here the sun shines like emerald cut diamond
And translucent glasses are used to make a perfect horizon
There are two rivers like tigris and euphraties
Between them is a shade covered by a canopy
Here all the animal live proudly in vanity
And all the trees bear fruit abundantly
Here all of your wishes come true
You will have whatever you desire
And the people who hurt you shall be in a glistening fire
Even the water of oceans flow silently here
It will rain but there shall never be a storm or fear
You will marvel looking at the beauty of this sight
Rivers of milk and alcohol flows and there are trees of life
Here all are equal, there is no black, no white
All walk together in the moon light
People reside here forever
And beside each one home a river flows
A place which is too holy for devil to enter
Give the goodnews to poors that it is for only poors and repenters
Here the first ray of sun signals the dawn of hope
And every imperfection is washed away by glistening rain
Sun may shine or there might be a shadow
But there will never be any sorrow, tear or pain
16 September 2018
I can still feel the weight of the heat colliding with my face as I first stepped off the plane,
And how beads of sweat would tickle my neck the same as when it rained,
How the harsh odor of the atmosphere would nauseate my nose,
And the courage of a people despite our impose,
I hear the splashing of the Tigris as I kneel to rinse my hands,
And how it felt to think that nothing’s promised, even on promised lands,
From wailing sirens and the buzz of the Phalanx at night,
To the popping of shots and the whooshing of helos in flight,
From the honking of horns and roads without lanes,
To swishing through traffic and the jingling of chains,
I hear the whispers of prayer being broadcast through the air,
And the murmurs of locals and their unwelcomed stares,
To the thuds of percussions from bombs in my chest,
Detonated afar but still rattled my vest,
But of all that I remember, I’m fully aware,
That I've left a piece of me there.
As the early morning sun rises
in private I am yours
I can see your purple iris
cast a marrow of essenced bliss
my way, and as my senses roar
you stir me to the core
She's a dainty eyelet adage
my Queen of irisis
Centered in my antique carriage
a pearl of wisdom for marriage
she is, flowing like the Tigris
I flourish with each kiss
Each dewdrop in the sun sparkles
telling me I am loved
brighter than fine golden bangles
this jewel of vibrant jangles
was scented from heaven above
I never, feel unloved.
June 16, 2022
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A beauty so rare in it's habitat
Endangered they are by the human brat
Like many others on our planet earth
Our greed devalues their living worth
These Siberian Stripe-rs from the Trans-Caucasus lands
To view it in it's wilds is a feeling of grand
But it's so tragic to believe how few of them remain
Around five hundred and twenty, live in their domain
Three hundred and fifty Kg's, with a one metre tail
Panthera tigris altaica is the size of the male
In China they are being reared to repopulate it's wilds
So generations of our children, will deservedly smile
Will we ever learn that they are entitled to be here
As us humans expand into their expanse year after year
There has to be a time when respect is due to them
Then our time has come to change from man to men
If the above does not happen, we become the last two lines
Another species gone, this most beautiful panthera feline
Imagine the moment when you look into his eyes
There are millions of us, as their last one dies
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Noah survived the flood with sons Japheth, Ham, and Shem.
Along with the animals of the earth, God spared them.
With floods, He vowed never again to do such a thing.
God made a covenant with Noah and his offspring:
“You and your sons shall populate the world as you go.
Look up into the clouds and you shall see My rainbow.
This is a sign the covenant is everlasting.
All creatures shall thrive, along with each human being.”
Noah’s grandson, firstborn of Ham, Canaan was his name.
He had to serve Shem and Japheth because he brought shame.
Ham also gave birth to Cush; who in turn brought Raamah.
Raamah extended the line with Dedan and Sheba.
Shem was fruitful producing many generations.
Arphaxad and Aram’s progeny would lead nations.
Among Japheth’s seven sons were Gomer and Javan
Their descendents also had produced many children.
Among Ham’s descendents was a king who defied God.
A mighty hunter and warrior, he was Nimrod.
His kingdom had contained land from Babylonia.
Moreover, it stretched as far south as Assyria.
His great cities included Calah and Nineveh.
They lived on land between the Euphrates and Tigris.
His people united and strong were making progress.
Nimrod proclaimed, “We have one language and great power.
Let us assemble and raise a very tall tower.
This ziggurat will provide a stairway to a star.
We are an ambitious people, and we can go far!”
A new great city appeared on the plain of Shinar.
With formidable walls constructed with bricks and tar.
God realized these persons were filling with contempt,
He wished to halt their foolhardy fallacious attempt.
Perplexing their language among them caused confusion.
They stopped construction and divided with diffusion.
God’s almighty power can never be defeated.
Therefore, the Tower Of Babel was not completed.
A ziggurat is a temple of Babylonian architecture resembling a pyramid. It begins
with either a square or a rectangular base. Additional stories with smaller floor
space create a terrace effect on each level.
Genesis Chapters 8-11
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