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In a long while, I haven’t voted  For, I swear, it must be noted  that democracy is only sugar-coated  It is bitter and should be loathed  And I’ll be way past ninety-nine  and still not pay the fine  The exercise of such will is not a crime  For, democracy is certainly not my rhyme!  ForContinue reading “Democracy is a crime, and not my rhyme!: A poem “

These dreams speak to me  like frontiers of an expanding oasis  And they tell me I am no longer the desert I thought I was  because of someone else’s treachery  But I feel like I am parched  even though I am soaked with perspiration  I tell each cloud that passes me by  that: How untiringContinue reading “Dreams that speak; a spirit that survives: A poem “

Day and night, this celestial song  as if the stars were an orchestra playing  even when the curtains went down  And I hear the sound…touch the sound  that not only reverberates, but also becomes solid  leaving little pebbles at my door  that I constantly try to decipher and know  feeling their wounds, reliving the pain Continue reading “Time changes colours: A poem “

The world is horribly misled  In fact, it is like the living dead  Thank the media; which should be bled  It should be consigned to an eternal bed  Is there dirt on your girth  for not knowing who is worth?  Do you plan to sell Mother Earth  to people who were liars from birth?  TheyContinue reading “They call Trump: Nero; but he is actually a hero!: A poem “

How a ruthless evil has a trap and a lair  The treachery of Prakash, that I always have to dare  Yes, for endless time, he has made it for me a nightmare  His tyranny and treachery is a stinging murky glare  But I am profound, never-bound, without a sound  There is hope and love inContinue reading “The evil of Prakash: A poem “

The journey-fellow may be hard-pressed to travel  But he always feels the pain to farewell  There may be a mammoth blocking his front yard  But he is always onward like an intrepid diehard  These loans of stones are the metal for his drones  He knows that Dad and Mum are fit for mighty thrones  HisContinue reading “A tribute to Mum and Dad: A poem “