Short Greeds Poems
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dry wells of summer
fill with borrowed
love
dark books of torture
torn flags of deceits
procession of
greeds
we are shivering in
the hot wind
Form:
Power shifts from points
Capital demands profit
We are just puppets
Nature revolts through tremors
Towering greeds - shatter down
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Scientific productions
Man's destructions
Greeds brought them together
When encountered
They exploded
Producing debris
Called pollutions
For the nature
And the man
And their greeds too
There are those that seek their own
self-seeking folk - wild oats they've sown
In air afloat they drift aloft
above the masses on breezes tossed
when land they do - great shock received
they find cost heavy o' pride and greed
In that occult one, the Dark
Treasures put their trust.
Just so the greeds, Hell itself
To lock down entrust.
As Time divests one, with Light's
Scorn-blazing resolve
So Truth, thorn-crowned then haloed
Would those sins dissolve.
These feet plod. This heart
Heavier drags
Less motivated, whose mire
Of foul greeds through.
Filled up with creatures
With claws for hands.
Who, sinking deeper not one
Glint, gratified
Thereout is shown too ,upeyed.
Devil's outlands!
We like to ask God
To grant our wishes
In our prayers
We yearn for more and more
Abundant wishes
Endless desires
Like a life long beggar
Greeds of man
Always make him a beggar
Overbearing of man
Makes him a devil
Only give and take
Will make him a gentleman
From fortunes
You may jump into misfortunes
With uncontrollable greeds that
Intervene at the gambling tables
Once you win, you'll eager for more
Until you lose
All your fortunes
As luck is not always
On your sides
Sometimes it betrays
Just like man betrays his god
Here and there I saw the fear
People running & saying it clear
Corona here, corona there
Some ran for needs
Some ran for greeds
Some were worried about all their deeds
It took me back in a reverse gear
It took me back to Kashmir my dear
Quarantine here, Quarantine there
A roof will cool you down
A cold drink too
A fan too
An aircond. too
A state of tolerance too
A state of patience too
And a state of calmness of the mind
Will some more cool you down
But strong desires and greeds will never do
They will turn you to ashes
Even on an icy-cold day
INHERITANCE
Born poor
My inheritance was small
A mother’s gift:
No wealth of land,
No gold bought, no deeds,
No reliance on false profits
No
No compliance with false prophets
No cold thought, no greeds,
No stealth of hand:
A mother’s gift
My inheritance was all
Borne pure.
Life was only gifted once
Now is to be divided into portions
More work less rest
More ambitions less leisures
More output more stress
More input more burden
More benefit more contributions
Less greeds less guilts
Many a fraction
But just a simple Mathematics
And a constant ratio to follow
Sometimes we pray so that
The Kitchen God
Will not tell some of our mischievous acts
When back to heaven end of the year
It is not an old story
As a bribery is a comman way of life
Nowadays
To soothe the anger
To satisfy the greeds
To zip the mouths
To blind the eyes
To stuck the ears
Of the authorities
The stony hearts of mankind
For man
He is an aggressive dictator
Even the left hand may not obey the right hand
For years he has been violating and attacking
The land
The sky
The sea
The rivers
The trees
The air
And his greeds and selfishness
Has surpassed the debris and the ruins
That gathered and polluting the earth
And now they are planning to move
To another planet
How soon you have leave me!
I’m now by myself,
Your silence’s calling,
I’m thrown off the shelf.
I’m hurt and I quiver,
You injected me pain;
You weren’t forgiving,
I always been blamed.
Seduced nights and mornings,
You scattered my needs;
My flesh was in bondage,
Your heart’s full of greeds.
I thought we were bonding,
But I was your slave;
My feelings are damaged,
My soul found its grave.
sharp thorns of guilt
wrapped in aroma
of love
she is gazing at
the colourless
blue water
of the lost daylight
fearless rider
at the edge of life
peeping through
the closed doors
of death
strangers are friends now
how long to go
migrating birds confused
losing the direction
resonance of wants
emergence of greeds
broken flutes of lust
booming bells from
the ruined temples
when does he rise
again
Form:
A bribery
Can be great or small
Even sweet as the cake icings
Enlightened as the rustles of the night worms
Stonely silent as the night darkness
Secret murmuring as the stars
Unmoved and unconcerned as the bright moon
But suspended and burdened is your own heart
With a prolonged confrontation
Amongst your secrets, guilts, reputations, expectations, greeds
And the truths of life
Your choice will be your destiny
prisoner of retribution,
he was buried under a salt lake,
elusive, his crotch,
not far from stings of wasps,
the blood spills,
he would wonder how to catch the truth
in black river,
wrapped in imperforated causes,
leaking with curses,
black conjugation of greeds,
with the grief unbuckling the grudges,
uncut wounds, festering under the skin,
the stink starts scything, he starts
folding the denials, in self praise
SATISH VERMA
The earth becomes so congested
Condominiums spring up
Like mushrooms after the rain
Rooms become so congested
Like the hearts
Full of greeds and dreams
Like the souls
Full of expectations and pressures
Many hearts and many souls
Confined in a block of cement walls
But hearts and souls
With different dreams and expectations
Can never be confined
Can never reach a compromise
To keep peace and serenity
On earth
Even with God's advice
prisoner of retribution,
he was buried under a salt lake,
elusive, his crotch,
not far from stings of wasps,
the blood spills,
he would wonder how to catch the truth
in black river,
wrapped in imperforated causes,
leaking with curses,
black conjugation of greeds,
with the grief unbuckling the grudges,
uncut wounds, festering under the skin,
the stink starts scything, he starts
folding the denials, in self praise
SATISH VERMA
Form:
Attraction of the force of gravity
Prevents us from falling out into space
What will prevent we mankind
From falling into evils
Education maybe
Religion maybe
Our conscience maybe
Maybe we're born innocent and harmless
And we gradually pick up evils because of greeds and temptations
Maybe we're born a saint
But finally lost in the fight against evils
Whatever it's
A salvation by the almighty God is needed
Just like the enormous force of gravity
Flowers and Smiles
Flowers,They are from His heaven
to decorate this land of earth’
Smiles,They are from a heart
to fill in this life with mirth
Thorns,They are from his hell
to tear this life with greeds
Tears They are from pains
to swallow our days of life
Smiles and Flowers have blessed
tokeep this earth with warm love
Tears and Thorns have cursed
to seperate Him forever from us
Select flowers to near him to reach and
call Him to this land for others weeps and cries
What we collectively feel
Become humanity’s deeds;
Feelings are our reactions,
Predilections, preoccupation with --
Obsessively entertained seem~ paramount needs!
The nurturing of good bodies
Or, piercing wars
Horrific blood-letting bleeds --
Deeds are the washout
Stains and cultivation's
What came after the seeds
Our generosities and greeds.
The soul of man demands
Seldom satisfied
While the spirit elevated pleads:
Enough! Mercy! Mercy!