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  Sep 2019 Traveler
Sparkle in Wisdom
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गर्व से सम्मान से,
जी रहे बुज़ुर्ग यहां,
गौरव से अभिमान से
जी रहे युवा यहां,
समर्पण से त्याग से
सींच रहा किसान यहां,
आत्मा विश्वास से, बलिदान से
लड़ रहा जवान यहां,
उल्लाहस से प्यार से
बढ़ रहा बच्चा यहां,
अपनेपन से सादगी से
संभाल रही गृहणी घर यहां,
यह भारत देश है मेरा
मिसाल इस जैसी कहां।

धीरे धीरे बढ़ रहे कदम,
बनने चिड़िया सोने की यहां,
किसी मुल्क से जंग नहीं
अपनी पहचान खुद बना,
अमन से शांति से
बन प्रतीक यह खड़ा यहां।

ना बटा है ना बटेगा,
यह अखंड भारत महान मेरा,
निर्माण राम - कृष्ण का,
सपना मौर्य का,
टूटा नहीं जब लूट मचाया,
कमज़ोर हुआ क्षण भर को,
पर चट्टान सा मज़बूत बना,

हर शक्स के अंतरमन में बह रहा
जज़्बात यहां,
हर धधकती धमनियों के
रक्त में ज्वार यहां,
चीख कर शोर मचा हर ओर
यह एक यहां,,
भारत देश मेरा महान,

भारत देश मेरा महान।

Sparkle In Wisdom
२१/९/२०१९
Translation tried in notes section.
With proud and respect,
Lives the elders here,
With pride and head held high,
Lives youth here,
With dedication and devotion,
Farmers ploughs field here,
With confidence and sacrifice,
Fights the soldier here,
With love and laughter,
Grows the kids here,
With intimacy and simplicity,
Wives manages house here,
This is my country,
None other like this exists.

Slowly the country moves,
To become the golden bird again,
No fight with any nation,
Making it's identity alone,
With peace and humility,
It stands high becoming a symbol.

It has never divided nor will ever divide,
This is united India of mine,
Built by Lord Krishna and Ram,
Dreamt by Maurya,
It didn't break when it was  ransacked,
Though weakened for a second,
But became stood rock solid and strong.

Each drop of blood flowing from,
the nerves of each individual here,
Shouts and recites loudly
Great is my country,
Great is my country!!
  Sep 2019 Traveler
Gabriel burnS
parallax movement of the clouds
beneath the dome of now departing summer
my eyes kept anchor till it tore
and so my wish was written
into the cloud, the vessel of my message
before I bid it farewell and let it go
a bottle in the sea whose lips
caress your shores

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Фоново движение на облаците
Под купола на отпътуващото лято
Очите ми държаха котва, но се скъса
И тъй желанието мое бе написано
По облака, съда на моето послание
Преди се сбогувам и да го пусна
Бутилка във морето чиито устни
Милват твойте брегове
"Пътуване", translated into Bulgarian
  Sep 2019 Traveler
Sahil
My wings were clipped the day I was born
I was put under the pressure of a billion eyes
My dreams ripped my skies torn
My life was built on a faithful lie

The shadows of my imagination
feared the glare of their expectations
My broken bones, My shattered heart
Sang the stories of me being torn apart
  Sep 2019 Traveler
fraudelle
I have thousand copies of your smile
I draw them as portrait
I composed them as song
I wrote them as poem

Realizing...
I'm not the one who draw your smile
I can't predict your expected rhymes
I never made your bliss
Not even once,
They are all just lines
letter, words, notes,

But anyways, I kinda need em
... Im back
  Sep 2019 Traveler
Donall Dempsey
LA MACCHINA UMANA

Her head
lay at her feet.

A butterfly perched
upon those chiseled lips.

She held a thin slice
of sunlight in her left hand.

The head?

She had got by
without it now

for the past
20 years.

A spider crawled over
her wide open eyes.

Her head looked up
at her imploringly.

But she paid it
no mind.

In time one finds
losing one's head

not the misfortune
it would appear to be.

Time that meaningless
piece of human machinery.

The statue had looked upon
this same scene

for a century or more
and was none the wiser.

Tourists a nuisance
like having lice.

The constant click of cameras
like an itch.

Flowers grew about
the fallen head

giving it a grace
it had not attained in life.

It was grateful
not to be human now.

The sunlight moving
from the left hand to the right.
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