Monday 24 September 2012

Tamed Disease...28th post...



You Say Am A Pestilence,
I Say I Am Nausea…
Call Me Expletive,
But Am A Blotch…
Not Diaspora,
But A Country Men …
Never Born, But Tamed…
Reason Not Illicit, But Ignorance…
Not Really Obnoxious But Harmful As Lethal…
I Am Not Rich, Am Poor…
I Don’t Have A Voice, But I Have A Cry…
You Can Ignore Me But Can’t Grow Simultaneously,
Because My Roots Were Sown With Intensity…
I Wait For A Wave, To Free The Slave…
I Wait For A Morning; Poor Will Wake Up Yawning…
I Wait For A Day; Rivers Will Flow Silently, Sun Will Shine Brightly And
POOR WILL WALK PROUDLY…

21 comments:

  1. mere bhai teri english tu hi samajh...pehle 4 lines to dimag k upar se nikal gaye bilkul..:(

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  2. very nice use of words....!
    eager to read more poems of urs...!!

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  3. .be cooperative to eradicate poverty..Nice poetry...

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  4. This one is among the best of your posts till now :)

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  5. You should give vocabulary classes before updating your blog,it will be feasible for us to read,...":P"..

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  6. Loved this post.. my fav till now :)

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    1. Well, you r my favorite blogger and you have a fav. on my blog..Happy happy ii m...:) ;)

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  7. Man! You're doing poetry now? The blogger is also a poet?! Man! Kudos man! Kudos! And the poem, wonderful! Well spoken, well depicted. Awesome. Keep up the awesome work bro.

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    1. :)
      well bro, just tried a hand on poetry..
      yhnx fr the support...:) :)

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  8. I agree tu bimari ka ghr hai...bt, u r nt a blotch !!!
    Smtyms "daag acche hote hain"... :P

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