You don't have to see this:
You don't have to stress the eyes
Cause you won't understand
Yes!
You would not
You don't have to...
Nothing is wrong!
You don't have to read my poem
You will wither into my pain
Please don't read these lines
You could be caged in.
Please don't go further
Tears may freely roll
Eyes may freely swollen
Hearts may easily bleed
If you continue with this write
It may read the truth
Yes!
I said stop!
I have been accused
I have been depressed
I have been blamed
I have been chained
I have been bullied
Raped
Ignored
Used
Betrayed
Mostly for zero cause
I can feel your concern
Yes!
I can!
But you should not...
Life is funny
And I have seen it
You don't have to see that
You don't have to think that
Cause nothing is wrong
Do not worry
Do not think it
Do not stress it
I am fine
Forget the allegations
Forget the interrogations
Forget the accusation
I mean forget the...
I am fine
Nothing is wrong
Just let me be
I need to be alone
I need peace
I need rest
Please, leave me in the dark
I am fi... ??
Last night was bad,
mum and dad had an argument
so loud that it broke our roof
something I had never heard them do.
Today the sounds are louder
sobbing and scary whispers cloud
our big green wooden mansion.
today I am scared to death.
Mums never had scarlet eyes until today.
Mum never used makeup until today.
Mum never cried until today.
Mum always smiled at me until today.
Mums are you okay? I asked with sadness.
Night is here and I can’t sleep,
waiting for those terrifying sounds.
At last it came like rain in the may weather.
I rose and run in the darkness towards terror
and there I was, mouth wide opened
finally embracing the visible terrifying sounds.
Mum said dad was sleep beating her
and it was perfectly normal, his slumber will be over.
Mum said love sometimes was complicated.
Mum said dad loved her and was expressing his love.
Mum said it was a little game adults play at night.
Mum made excuses each day.
Today there are no more excuses to give.
Today with flowers and red tears in my eyes
I blame myself for not being courageous.
Today mum is gone.
those souldier,,,,,
with froozn heart he live,not single mercy for to
show passion
To sacrifice once life with smile,for the sake of
nation
Doesnt matter which race he belong,with single
purpose he was hired
In the name of patriotism,with those bullet to
pray,he fired
That gloom heart thunder and bolt,when overcast
storm of voilence
At hill station the melancholy bell toll for number
of death in silence
Dying doubly for each breath and thrice he twitch
to cease
In those darkness crawlin n wrecking self,makin
out prayer for peace
No relation to shed tears,only death that
surround him that day
With last saying for his mother"oh mother it my
dept i pay '
He close his eyes full of tears and vow to back
never
That mother most be proud to hug her lying son
in chest forever..
I need to write today
its a need of hour
I know my words are
not soft and clear even
poor is my language
But
I saw the victims and
the culprits , meanwhile
Thrilled by the mountain dew
and children smile
Thought of life is beautiful,
Eat well infact very well;
But not with the hungry poor .
My need is strange
Its about me and you,
dark and sea, butterfly and truth
justice and voilence, nature and
poor, women and labour
even about the naked God and my love!!
Ramesh...
It hurts to be human
Sadness and grief
It hurts to be human
Anger and voilence
It hurts to be human
Adultery and lust
It hurts to be human
Confusion and stress
It hurts to be human...that's why Jesus died!
What is the sound that I hear, the early call of the sparrow? their music is very
clear. Last nite-I heard gunfire and yes that's typical as in my neighborhood we all
live with fear. But each morning the mocking bird's makes noice of cheer. What
is that sound I hear, are they singing a tune of triumphant that seems to help ease
my fear. As the siren's and emergency personal pour into the hood, someone has
died, O'that point is very clear.
As another night of voilence-young folk's and old playing against the noon-early
in the morning the birds of prey, play's another tune. Jacksonville, once a proud new
city sparrowling with the promises of a Dreamer's dream. "Now the time has come-do
we take back or do we all cry". The sun will still shine tomorrow-but for many in the
city they all are asking why. Why is my young daughter hurting or my son spending
this night in the morgue, "do we take back the city, or do we all cry".
"Yes the Time has Come, will all ye pastor's not worry about the trouble or the crime".
But will your prayers help motivate some, give strenth that's excruciating to everyone.
"The time has come, apply yourself, before the rise of the Sun".
Slicing thoughts, destiny
timeness of present, trying to watch
inside. The inverted question. Mask
removed.
Your own progeny spying on you,
disowning the moon bears. Beyond
truth was a huge wall. Ensnarement.
Whispers silenced.
A vast void. Interpretation of disguised
Voilence. Hostilities in elliptic orbit. Moon
slaughtered. Death was quick, spurting
the blood. Smearing the intelligence.
Paper weight. Surface tension. Shrinking
supreme. Parthenogenesis. Breaking
the square. Ending of scrolls. Cosmic
disorder. What brains were thinking?
Long speeches. Verbatim fuel. Nubile
bombers. Circus of mediocre legends.
Failed epidurals. History is squinting.
Select values are outworn. I am watching
a very red sunset.
SATISH VERMA
Anger and violence, it lives everywhere.
Like a new type of virus, born into the air.
I can see it right now, I knew it would come.
To infest the minds of the young,
By the turn of the millennium.
It starts with depression deep from inside.
Then thoughts of death and murder, ramble in the mind.
Questions of whether this is real, or visions in my mind.
Maybe I'm already dead,
Just stuck in rewind.
So many young feel the same way.
Give me a gun, I'll cure you of this today.
Anger and voilence, I've been it for years.
I feel like going hunting,
For humans or deer's.
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