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Anthony Albanese should commit suicide in shame for the heinous treachery and treason he committed against me. He doesn’t even have the decency to resign.

O child, you live like a breath  of perfume, in my head  The toys, the noise and love’s decoys  And a wooden toy car…my Rolls Royce  It is the vivid dream of paradise  Does it matter if it dies?  Collateral is the joy of sunrise  in innocent, luminescent eyes  A star is distant, but isContinue reading “Jazz: A poem “

A moment’s weakness  can do a lot of damage  It turns happiness  into a storm of ravage  Guilt flogs like a whip  in the aftermath of the slip  The torment lingers on  even after the shadow is gone  To stare at a reflection  and have rue stalk with inflection  O! The conscientious suffer too much Continue reading “Guilt: A poem “

The heat of agitation  from the cold of rejection  And tepid meekness doesn’t suffice  when the igloo is made of ice  Stone and sludge unhinge the cart  when hope’s day is broken apart  But one cannot shepherd the wind’s voice  Humiliation’s lightning strike is never a choice  A victim’s grief dies unheard  It is only theContinue reading “Rejection: A poem “

Give them deceit  as a receipt  They are blind  to honesty’s shine  Give them glory  from a contrived story  Truth is a mistake  when power is at stake  Take their lives  when tomorrow arrives  Tyranny wears glasses  when sightless are the masses  Let justice bleed  as propaganda’s feed  Let the weeds  flourish from our seeds  

Love is an expanse of selflessness  Amazing duty was the fabric of your dress  Self-identity is only but a toy  What you made of us was your joy  The hearth is never hungry where faith is kept  Dinner was always ready before we slept  You never questioned why fate’s white moon has brown  You knewContinue reading “O beautiful mother!: A poem “

The wind is a whistle  as I sit beside the thistle  A book for an arm’s rest  The river is at zest  A fisherman’s flung hook  with ripples the stream shook  Quietly the trees whisper  as the noon gets crisper  A fence around the farm  corrals the sheep’s swarm  I breathe this dance of nature Continue reading “In the country: A poem “