The old books are dead.
Our speech with holes like worn-out shoes is dead.
Dead is the mind that led to defeat.
2
Our poetry has gone sour.
Women’s hair, nights, curtains and sofas
Have gone sour.
Everything has gone sour.
3
My grieved country,
In a flash
You changed me from a poet who wrote love poems
To a poet who writes with a knife
4
What we feel is beyond words:
We should be ashamed of our poems.
5
Stirred by Oriental bombast,
By boastful swaggering that never killed a fly,
By the fiddle and the drum,
We went to war,
And lost.
6
Our shouting is louder than our actions,
Our swords are taller than us,
This is our tragedy.
7
In short
We wear the cape of civilisation
But our souls live in the stone age
8
You dont win a war
With a reed and a flute.
9
Our impatience
Cost us fifty thousand new tents.
10
Dont curse heaven
If it abandons you,
Dont curse circumstances,
God gives victory to whom He wishes
God is not a blacksmith to beat swords.
11
It’s painful to listen to the news in the morning
It’s painful to listen to the barking of dogs.
12
Our enemies did not cross our borders
They crept through our weaknesses like ants.
13
Five thousand years
Growing beards
In our caves.
Our currency is unknown,
Our eyes are a haven for flies.
Friends,
Smash the doors,
Wash your brains,
Wash your clothes.
Friends,
Read a book,
Write a book,
Grow words, pomegranates and grapes,
Sail to the country of fog and snow.
Nobody knows you exist in caves.
People take you for a breed of mongrels.
14
We are a thick-skinned people
With empty souls.
We spend our days practicing witchcraft,
Playing chess and sleeping.
Are we the ‘Nation by which God blessed mankind’?
15
Our desert oil could have become
Daggers of flame and fire.
We’re a disgrace to our noble ancestors:
We let our oil flow through the toes of whores.
16
We run wildly through the streets
Dragging people with ropes,
Smashing windows and locks.
We praise like frogs,
Turn midgets into heroes,
And heroes into scum:
We never stop and think.
In mosques
We crouch idly,
Write poems,
Proverbs,
Beg God for victory
Over our enemy
17
If i knew I’d come to no harm,
And could see the Sultan,
This is what i would say:
‘Sultan,
Your wild dogs have torn my clothes
Your spies hound me
Their eyes hound me
Their noses hound me
Their feet hound me
They hound me like Fate
Interrogate my wife
And take down the name of my friends.
Sultan,
When I came close to your walls
and talked about my pains,
Your soldiers beat me with their boots,
Forced me to eat my shoes.
Sultan,
You lost two wars,
Sultan,
Half of our people are without tongues,
What’s the use of a poeple without tongues?
Half of our people
Are trapped like ants and rats
Between walls.’
If i knew I’d come to no harm
I’d tell him:
‘You lost two wars
You lost touch with children.’
18
If we hadn’t buried our unity
If we hadn’t ripped its young body with bayonets
If it had stayed in our eyes
The dogs wouldn’t have savaged our flesh.
19
We do not want an angry generation
To plough the sky
To blow up history
To blow up our thoughts.
We want a new generation
That does not forgive mistakes
That does not bend.
We want a generation of giants.
20
Arab children,
Corn ears of the future,
You will break our chains,
Kill the opium in our heads,
Kill the illusions.
Arab children,
Don’t read about our suffocated generation,
We are a hopeless case.
We are as worthless as a water-melon rind.
Dont read about us,
Dont ape us,
Dont accept us,
Dont accept our ideas,
We are a nation of crooks and jugglers.
Arab children,
Spring rain,
Corn ears of the future,
You are the generation
That will overcome defeat.

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Hey!
We are doing
All for mankind.
About
RARe Stanza:
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6 Lines Poem ─
Syllables Meter: 1-1-1-1-4-4
Rhyme Scheme: aabbca; ababca; aaaaba.
RARe Stanza refers Right Angle Reza Stanza.
Geometric Theoretical Explanation of ‘RARe Stanza’
The 1st 4 (1-1-1-1) lines stand on the last 2 (4-4) lines,
At the joining point, line No. 4 and 5 there the 90º angle is generated;
The 90º angle is known as Right Angle in Geometry.
Copyright © Muzahidul Reza │ 21 April, 2019

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And place them,
I am making meet,
Meet the doctors,
Indian doctors,
Dr.Tulsi,
Dr. Lahshun,
All with me,
You need not worry,
Your chronic diseases will fly away
Hearing their names!
Meet Dr.Tulsi,
Prescribing for a tulsi palnt
Into your courtyard,
Dr. Garlic,
Prescribing garlic
For germ killing,
Dr.Neem
For disinfection
And blood refinement,
Dr.Awala,
Dr.Haritika,
Dr.Behera,
Packing trifala churna,
All doctors
But without stethoscopes,
Herbalists and Ayurvedists
And nothing more beyond it
Believe you or not!
Ghar baithei vaidya,
Read the booklets
Specially written
On the garlic,
On the onion,
On the bela fruit,
On the awal,
On the haritika,
On the behera
And be a viadya,
An Ayurvedic doctor!

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Texas,
Thank you, Trump,
Senators,
Howdy, Modi?
What can this Modi do it
All alone, friends and brothers?
Howdy, Modi? ,
Howdy, Modi? ,
Means it,
I am fine,
You are fine,
Modi is fine,
As India is,
America is
And none but
You have made it.
Friends, everything in India fine.
Friends, unity in diversity
Is our life,
A land of variety,
Different speeches and differences
In food habits and attires.
We aim at development,
Rural upliftment, women welfare
And sanitation,
Basic necessities
And its dispensation,
Mass bank account opening,
Public participation,
Proper distribution of amenities.
Dosto, sabka saath, sabka vikas,
access,
Making easy visa and passport,
Tax refund, tax filing
Making Digital India stronger
With a new thinking
For new India
Rooting out corruption
With welfare schemes.
You say,
NRI friends,
Howdy, Modi?
But say I, howdy, Houstan,
Howdy, Texas,
Howdy, Trump,
Senators,
Democrats, Republicans?
The world knows,
My American small sons and daughters know it
As read they in books,
Who want peace
And who not,
Who the conspirators,
Where conspiracies hatched,
Who fostering terrorism,
Where the camps?
Thank you, thank you,
Bhaiyon, Doston,
Funds on infrastructure,
Growth rate,
Data collection,
High growth,
People-friendly,
Public-friendly,
Investment-friendly,
Globally competitive,
Working on all that
To make India stronger!

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Texas,
Thank you, Trump,
Senators,
Howdy, Modi?
What can this Modi do it
All alone, friends and brothers?
Howdy, Modi? ,
Howdy, Modi? ,
Means it,
I am fine,
You are fine,
Modi is fine,
As India is,
America is
And none but
You have made it.
Friends, everything in India fine.
Friends, unity in diversity
Is our life,
A land of variety,
Different speeches and differences
In food habits and attires.
We aim at development,
Rural upliftment, women welfare
And sanitation,
Basic necessities
And its dispensation,
Mass bank account opening,
Public participation,
Proper distribution of amenities.
Dosto, sabka saath, sabka vikas,
access,
Making easy visa and passport,
Tax refund, tax filing
Making Digital India stronger
With a new thinking
For new India
Rooting out corruption
With welfare schemes.
You say,
NRI friends,
Howdy, Modi?
But say I, howdy, Houston,
Howdy, Texas,
Howdy, Trump,
Senators,
Democrats, Republicans?
The world knows,
My American small sons and daughters know it
As read they in books,
Who want peace
And who not,
Who the conspirators,
Where conspiracies hatched,
Who fostering terrorism,
Where the camps?
Thank you, thank you,
Bhaiyon, Doston,
Funds on infrastructure,
Growth rate,
Data collection,
High growth,
People-friendly,
Public-friendly,
Investment-friendly,
Globally competitive,
Working on all that
To make India stronger!
Thank you,
Thank you the organizers,
The people of the Indian diaspora,
Diasporic fora,
I love you,
I respect you,
I thank the administration,
All you are here,
may God bless you,
Bless America!
Howdy, Modi?
Meant for me,
Means Modi is not,
Everything but fine,
Fine in India,
American friends are here,
You are,
I am here.
The tough negotiator,
The deal maker too is.
Instead of the tough negotiator,
Tough negotiation,
We bent towards
Forward march,
Driving force,
Indian diaspora,
Consulate-friendly offices.
Thank you, Houston,
Thank you, America,
Thank you all,
May God bless you,
Bless you
For shared dreams,
For a shared future,
A shared future!

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is departing for foreign
in two three days,
and
we are meeting today
to wish her bon voyage.
You are all knowing, friends,
What sweetness is in Miss Pushpa.
I don’t mean only external sweetness
but internal sweetness.
Miss Pushpa is smiling and smiling
even for no reason but simply because
she is feeling.
Miss Pushpa is coming
from very high family.
Her father was renowned advocate
in Bulsar or Surat,
I am not remembering now which place.
Surat? Ah, yes,
once only I stayed in Surat
with family members
of my uncle’s very old friend-
his wife was cooking nicely…
that was long time ago.
Coming back to Miss Pushpa
she is most popular lady
with men also and ladies also.
Whenever I asked her to do anything,
she was saying, ‘Just now only
I will do it.’ That is showing
good spirit. I am always
appreciating the good spirit.
Pushpa Miss is never saying no.
Whatever I or anybody is asking
she is always saying yes,
and today she is going
to improve her prospect
and we are wishing her bon voyage.
Now I ask other speakers to speak
and afterwards Miss Pushpa
will do summing up.

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