The War
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We need a pair of wings
to soar in the luminous skies
and a pair of legs
to walk on the verdant terrain,
then why do you furnish arms
offering dread, agony & harsh restraint,
Who demands blood,
a hardened heart and unyielding soul ?
We require esteemed brotherhood
to guarantee our unity,
tranquil existence
and essential civility for our dignity,
then why do you impart ire,
impart brutality, turbulence & savagery,
who likes a bleak & desolate earth,
a barren land and a moonless dark night.
You may need a slendid palace,
a world of selfish kingdom,
and an ocean of fabricated tales to wage war,
But we merely need a small pond
to swim across, a leafy tree for making nest,
and a pot to cook our bread & butter;
when you will be trying to make your crown
after melting our future,
it is sure you will be no where.
Life is an entralling story
not an engineered pun,
history says,
those who traded other‘s blood in litre
their poison blood drained out in ton.
The world alone is making me smile
left to marvel at its natural wonder.
Glowing out loud is always in style.
On a level high above thunder,
I fly on the sunshine in my veins.
My label’s that mach five number.
When caged by what society feigns,
many forget the important things.
If you fumble? Innate wisdom remains.
Wasted on the fury of wild wings,
with abandon their savagery sings.
Great Britain and their beloved colonial states,
struggled and determined each their own fates,
foes in war, but united in common civility,
unlike Putin's abandon of simple humanity.
Ravaged and weakened, but firm on their feet,
Ukraine lacks no courage in evil they meet,
and those who would claim, "It is not our fight."
abandon Heaven's calling to do what is right.
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The rivalry
disputes spaces and fights as
landowner and landless
cat and mouse ...!
Ignorant men
fight over money
equal to dogs for garbage ...
wishes hopes and dreams
school sales, festivals, food and fun
in a moment gone
people fallen, children lost
3, 9, 22 depart in a flash
so many fell in three cities
they’ve left life’s promises too soon
in a moment of light then shadows
came senseless savagery
loving lives gone others torn
nightmares and fears have now begun
from young men drawn to stealing lives
away from the possibility of friends,
growth, work, children, loves
radical young drawn by hateful words,
cruel dreams deviant works their own death
— most religions are not vicious
most people are kind
Gilroy had family and friends
I called late at night finally able to breathe
in those cities so many lives were shattered
and in those cities life will resurrect again
Hacked to death.
All I scribbled on?
your breast.
I was on the verge of
a confession. I loved
you like never before.
A full moon, like a
toddler was hopping
towards me.
Never reached the
perfection. Do not have
any wants.
Getting the burns
from the cushions.
I will call you later.
Satish Verma
SUBCUTANEOUS SAVAGERY
From the sublime to the savage
With relevance to ravage
By a being beset by a beauty’s betrayal begotten
My well-fed fortune forgotten
My reality rotten
An acrid and sulfuric soliloquy spoken sullenly and suddenly by a spirit betrothed to a fiend
By a warlock once weaned
From the sublime to the subway
A subterranean trail to travel
With a revelation to unravel
My better judgment judged by a conductor’s gavel
Under a tundra’s tunnel
A metaphorical funnel
Learning what a lunatic like me lacks
I am a train that has jumped the tracks
This is a fourteen scotch in an Irish pup day
While I ride in a subcutaneous subway
A subway stained by sin and sedition
And my next stop on this train is Perdition
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Savagery of an act unspeakable,
ransack of the flesh of innocence
melts the petals of the rose
with blowtorch breath of violation.
The gallows groan, with guilt are ridden,
turmoil grinds a mind of penitence,
caustic soda rivers flow
with twisted thoughts of self-beration.
The aftermath of the unaccountable,
imagined false responsibility
scars the contour of the heart,
mother love crucified with shame.
Yet man alone, his black corrosion,
incarnate evil, cruel iniquity,
from heaven's grace is set apart
and is the swine to blame.
Spoiling of a daughter sacrosanct,
crime before all of humanity,
malevolence and vile despair,
perversion of some vicious cur.
No mother in her grief and mourning
ever should endure the agony;
of every cross she has to bear
this one is not for her.
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