Greenland’s American future
In Nuuk everybody lives in festive houses made of wood, green, blue and red looks homily in the winter landscape
Thei are the people who speaks English, building
A dry dock for submarines, that will protect the sea from intruders, like the Russians and big code fish. The Greenlander will live in nice apartments
That have lifts, naturally the have to pay rent
There will be more shops selling imported food
Soft bread and, of course hamburgers for all
There will be bars with dancing girls included
The local can get drunk and been thrown into the snow
Some locals will lose their apartment leave in the street with dogs and the hapless will be wrapped in blanket given by the Danes, American tourist will come looking at the filthy streets and feel at home
The transformation will be complete, the local language forgotten, spoken only by the very old Innuits, naturally no one speaks Danish anymore
Except for the local doctor a despicable socialist
This is the future for people who become victim of super power, who believes in their exceptionalism
I stare at the nostalgic art
It is straight out of the fifties
When women were dying thei hair
Turquois to match their turquoise car and luggage
Or pink to match their pink car and luggage
I stare at the art; remembering my youth
Thinking pink hair made sense
it did in the fifties.
Proud and fearless they await the blank handgun
Olympic battles have just begun
Endurance and persistence have been the least of fun
Motivated and being cheered on, by each and everyone
Failure has been the best way to learn
Overall respect is what they had to earn
Raising their flags up high, is what all athletes yearn
All the sleepless nights and fears
Tears of joy paid off the fruitless years
Heart and soul they’re in the game
Letting them rise to glorious fame
Enjoying every minute on the track
Thoughts of failure, they never look back
Excellence achieved, with trophies in hand
Shining stars singing the anthem of their proud land
07 September 2021
Adam was a man like us
Elements of clay formed the first cell
And long,long tme passed
Before the entry of perfect man blessed
Like later prophets,he also got revealation
To worship God with adoration
Thus God made lady Eve and Adam
To reign the beautiful garden Edan
Having made Adam a man perfect
He decided to make him free from defect
He inspired him not to approach a tree
And great moments of trial began
Satan whispered into Adams mind
"Why should you follow God blind?
Those are the fruits of eternity
Attain the attributes of divinity"
Adam failed to obey God
And trod unjustly along satan's road
God expelled them from the garden
But they repented and begged for pardon
When they were dwellers of Eden
She was only his spiritual mate
Defying God made thei shame manifest
We dwell now in parts of world's outermost
Adam sinned against Gods clear order
Of the Almighth,all knowing creater
Yet all happened according to God's Will
For God is all knowing all powerful still!
Ta Ta Ta Thai Thai Thai Thei Thei Thei Ya Ya Ya
©Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty, 10th November 2014
Ta Ta Ta Thai Thai Thai Thei Thei Thei Ya Ya Ya
Danced the prince of Ku and Princess Ki Ka Hu Hiya
They fell into a ditch
As black as preachy pitch
That’s the kick, brick and brick, cat and mouse, yea yea yea
be still my heart just hush
ill get rid of this big bad crush
if only you knew how much i care
the kind of love i have for you is rare
you dont even know my hearts on fire
and that your the one that i desire
i dream of kissing your lips
but when i wake away you slip
be still my heart just hush
ill get rid of thei big bad crush
i wish i could tell you how i feel
then your touch i wouldnt have to steal
you would be mine
with our hearts and body intertwined
i wouldnt have to dream
and i could be with you always
i wouldnt have to scheme
this secret is hard to keep
into my heart its etched deep
This afternoon I will
take whatever joy
I can
A female voice singing
leads me to experience
the feelings of love
which the unseen has
left in the city air
One thousand thousand men and women
feel the power of the unseen
which generates peace and joy
What magic has sustained us
during thei misty afternoon?
An inkling of what has
transpired
is available in our
sense of wonder
which guides all philosiphy
which gukeds us home