Will one day
Turn me out
Of my house
Which but
I am waiting for it
To happen.
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Mr.Terrorist’s dad
And Mr.Conservative the grand dad.
A Muslim maiden
And lovely,So young and promisingIn her burkha,I could not see her,But when peeped I insideThe windowSaw I a heart full of so much loveTaking me to Uzbekistan, Kazakhstan,Azerbaijan, Chechnya.
The Shailendra dynasty,
In SanskritMeaning the King of Mountains,The Shailendras,Shailendra kingsIn Sumatra, Java and BaliAnd their powers exerted,A seaborne empire,The great builders and makersOf temples and Buddhist artifacts.
It is a song of heart; it is a song of love,
With the melody taking farTo reminiscence and recollectionOf the spent together withAnd the mistake committedIn realizing itThe relationship,The bond of loveWith a tinge of love and missing,Missing and losing.
Many,
Wanted,Wanted I to say,I love you,Love you,Many a day,Many a dayHave I,Have I wanted,Wanted to sayI love you,Love you!
On Rakshabandhan
Of the sister.I still aboutThe love and respectShown to.And thinking about itI grow sick and emotionalWith the heart heavy upon.
Have you started
Taking wine,
Since when,
Since when,
My son
In India,
Daruman’s India?
Take country,
Country liquor
And ask you not
For jobs,
For employment,
Take you daru,
A bottle
And go away,
Daru piyo aur mast raho,
Naukari mat mango,
Take daru and be happy,
Ask you not job.
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How can it be
In tears?How can,How can it be,Syrian, Syrian daughter?
How has the time changed,
How the times,The times have changed,The situations and circumstancesOf lifeAnd I also myself a wayfarerHalting at the crossroadsTo take toDiverting and digressingAnd bifurcating fromAnd as thus goes the unknown way of life!
If are a Mian
With your MiangiriThinking of Muslim BrotherhoodRather than living in your country.If you are a HinduDo not move out to AmericaWith your HindugiriThinking of Hindu BrotherhoodRather than living in your countryAs America is neither a Muslim nationNor a Hindu sate,But a free country.
The Jarwas,
What is it in the Jarwas?The great Andamanese people,What was it Andaman before,I don’t know?Should we ask it from the Jarwa people,Should we about the art of livingDuring floods and natural disasters?How their cottages,What their experiences of wolves and tigers?Were there tigers notIn the past?Are there not monkeys, bears, deer,Elephants?Who to say to me,Answer all…
Jayanta Mahapatra as a poet is
An imagist of a high orderTaking the visionary glides.Sitting by the door, he dreams to dwell far,Depicted against the backdrop ofThe mythico-historical background, he continues to evade usWith his escapades and flights of imagination,Bringing poetry closer to physics,Sociology, museumlogy, art and architecture.Apart from being closer to what it brings him nearer to,Feminism, bare realism and…
R.Parthasarathy is a Tamil
A Tamilian poetWith Dravidic identityWriting in English.
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Have you started
Taking wine,
Since when,
Since when,
My son
In India,
Daruman’s India?
Take country,
Country liquor
And ask you not
For jobs,
For employment,
Take you daru,
A bottle
And go away,
Daru piyo aur mast raho,
Naukari mat mango,
Take daru and be happy,
Ask you not job.
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They are coming to vote, cast their votes for
But I think,What have theyAfter casting votes,Using franchise,Giving a mandate?On seeing a conglomerate massOf the half-clothed and the half-fed,Poor and living somehow,I feel it within,What have weFor those struggling masses?Today India is free,We are not under any foreign yoke,We can speak freely,Express as we like,But why is this poverty,Why has it not developed?They are coming…
The history of earth
You please tell me?
Regional not,
Nothing hidden from,Everything under surveillanceWith the CCTV footageAnd the GPS.
An Irish poet
Of a mythical baseDrawing from Celtic legends,Occult andOriental mysteries.
Song of America,
Song of AmericaOf the American states,States of the confederation,Its Americanness,AmericanismOf Alabama, Alaska,Arizona, Arkansas,California, Colorado,ConnecticutOf Delaware,Florida, Georgia,Hawaii, Idaho, Iowa,Kansas, Kentucky,Louisiana, Maine,Maryland, Massachusetts,Michigan, Minnesota, Mississippi,Missouri, MontanaNebraska, Nevada,New Hampshire, New Jersey,New Mexico, New York,North Carolina, North DakotaOhio, Oklahoma, Oregon,Pennsylvania, Rhode Island,South Carolina, South Dakota,Tennessee, TexasUtah, of Vermont, Virginia,Washington, West Virginia,Wisconsin,Wyoming sing IOf the Statue of Liberty,The Charter,The American…
Don’t, don’t say it that, I love you, love you,
As I am not your belovedNor you my loveAnd I know it, you will love me, love me of courseAnd will go away someday unsaidDumping me elsewhere,You will be after and after me followingFor a few days, for sometimeTrying to keeping me in good spirits,Keeping a watch on as how to take care ofOf my…
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Will not be
Attending
On me
That I know,
Know!
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Is a child’s poet
A story draped in innocence and ignorance.A poet of childish mind and heartMare is especiallyOf wonder and astonishment.
Dalit, Dalit,
You ever tried to know,Know the meaningDalit,Dalit,Pada-dalit,Trodden, downtrodden,Crushed under feet?Dalit, Dalit,Oh, the pain in the word,Rakes,Rakes my heartAnd I,I feel the painAching.Who,Who actually a Dalit,A Dalit,Downtrodden and crushedUnder feet,Have you,Have you?The woman, the child,The daughter,Dalit, Dalit.
The highway,
How does it keep turning and turningThe highwayWhich but fear I to cross over to,Pass through,Walk onThe highway,Highway.
The sly, undermerit fellows from other states,
Turn to the northeast mountainous and hillyTerrains and wildsAs for easy assignmentsIn colleges and universitiesAnd after substantiating their respective positions,Start calling themselvesExperts or new criticsOf the poetry in English from the northeastThough there is nothing like thatAnd had it beenWe would have heard about definitely.The simple teachers from other statesAre trying their best to come…
An evening descending in the memory of a burquawalli
Or a ghazal.Only you.
The authority is absent
You just begin, begin to write.Into the no-man’s zone, tract are youStraying into the border areasTo pass out as a no-man.And even if you are not a poet,Call you yourself,A compiler as a critic.A poetatster, a rhymer, a commoner and a non-poet,All holding seminars, workshops, symposia and conferencesJust for to be poets and critics.And that…
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Who will not look after me
In my old age
I just concerned
With my pay
And money
And nothing more
His thing of concern,
Nothing his business of,
But money,
Money,
My money,
Not,
Not his money,
But my,
My money,
What my pay-scale,
Pay-band,
What shall I after retirement,
What pension shall I be getting
His thing of concern,
How will he be a crorepati,
Amitabh’s crorepati,
Lakhapati not, khakapati?
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From the ruins and rubbles of the terracotta temples,
The statue of a blackly Radha and Krishna arising,A statue so rare, so pricelessWhich human eyes cannot take to believing,A blackly, but radiant statue appearing fromFrom the mounds of earth,The relics of the fallen pillars and columnsOf the centuries old terracotta templesWith the thick, thick pillarsAnd the terracotta plates,Made from limestone and small baked bricksDating…
You pluck me
Through whichGo it the martyrs, patriots,Nationalists!You pluck me, gardenerAnd throw awayTo be strewn withThrough which cross itThe soldiers laying heir headAt the altar of the motherland!You pluck me, gardenerNot to be forInto the hands of loversOr into the hair braidBedecking itOr flowers offered to gods!But for the martyrs,Nationalists and patriotsWho cross the waysTo lay their…
Seeing my beards
They have started calling me,Darhiyal,Mr.Beardie,How are youTouching my long unkempt beards?
My God,
Am I here to see,See Spain as thus,Corpses being bundled and taken away,Ambulances waiting forThe patients to be admitted,To be taken away,But how,How to bear the load,My Lord,Lord,It is agonizing, anguishingTo seeSo many seriously ill,Affected withTo survive the infection?
I wanted you
but my dream remained a dreamand you could not be mine,you could not be.
In which cave
TheyThe chunks of stone and rocksTo carve out and chiselThe linga,ShivalingaTo see lightThrough the human eyes?Shivalinga,Shivalinga,How to carry the stone with,How to clutch along?
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Through pain
As born,
No happiness got here,
The world is bed of thorn.
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With Love And Care – 50
With love and careLife is easyAdding cleanliness moreIt is, as well, disease-free.
RARe Stanza – Lifestyle (Allegory)
RatsSad!PetCatStands hard for themTo live, to eat.AboutRARe Stanza:– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –…
I went to king’s palace
I went to beggar’s hutFound no food;One is odorous, luxuriousOther is nasty, shabbyBut no peaceWhat I found at own houseHaving plants, soil’s smellTasting bitter, solid dish.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza │19 February,2018
The Aspiration And Aspirant
AspirationInspirationalBe aspirantTo do goodAs many seenOnly to do bad.
RARe Stanza – The RARe Stanza Verse
RAReVerseBearsTorchTo focus toMake the side clear.AboutRARe Stanza:– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –…
If only wanted are fruits
Leaves and branches are cutNo fruit can be gained,No charm can be had,Expectations will cry in desert.Muzahidul Reza© Copyright
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My son
My sun
Enlightens me,
Life long
Says tongue
Learned from me.
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~Devils~
Evils every point form withViolences, wars, crimes, corruptions, horrors, terrorsInflicting everywhere,Low down all virtuesSuspending humanity indefinitely.~Evils~Evils laugh defeatingVirtues now every time, thenIll intentions as violences, wars, crimes, corruptions spreadLiberal powers get chokedSo devils and evils everywhere found.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza | 10/22/2017
Allegory – 21
Game birdGame nutAll day playWith some dust and clay.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza │12 April,2018
Eid
Glad!ShareWith dear, near, allWho are deprived.AboutRARe Stanza:– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –…
(Updated And Backdated: Heroic Couplet)
Where each country is a small cottageWe all live now togetherSharing opinion, running businessEach other and one anotherLike friend, sister and brother;So, how can you resist us?To enter the homes of othersWhich originates a serious chaosBut your weak brain fails to realize,What can you be called?O, yes! ‘Backdated, fully backdated.’Copyright © Muzahidul Reza │2 February,2017
I read their history
I talked with peasantryI found full of massacre and devilry.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza | 3 November,2017
Around the atmosphere tunes always origin
Air blows those here, there and everywhereTo reach all situations bearers rough and fair,Some tunes vanish away up to reaching the earsAgain into running heart reach some live tunesWhich flow with blood through all the veinsThe poor heart cannot but bear the tunes,Tunes of happiness, amity, unity cheer up allTunes of sadness, enmity, division cause…