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Ivy Chakma Sep 9
I know i was born for something greater
than just wait and watch life pass me by.
I have a purpose i feel deep within my core;
A need to fulfill every time my heart screams
"don't settle, not yet".
I believe i can be all i want to be,
All i need to do is hear my calling
in this suppressed world of illusions.
I don't know how far i can go
but i won't stop trying.
You will always find people especially loved ones who will not always support your dreams, but if you want it bad and it gives you chills, know that it is the right thing to do. Don't dishearten yourself with failures, it is the most vital part of your progress.
O Ravana I bow before you
For you were a man of great learning
You had shown character
Didn't touch and **** King Janak's daughter
You had taken her in your captivity
For an avenging reason
Sarupnakha's nose was cut
For she had expressed her love for Ram's brother
What the hell was so ******
Her nose to receive a cutting
If she wasn't to be adored
Her love could've been decently ignored
Where was the need for so much uproar
There appears to be a patent error of judgement
It could be just a figment
Hatred and war could have been prevented
Had some tact been invented
History had to be it otherwise
To complete the drama for us
I surmise
Now your effigies are burnt  yearly
Costing the environment so dearly
It symbolises the victory of good over  evil
But I find you quite civil
You meditated and meditated
Sang Shiva's praise with devotion
What's called Shiva Tandava Stotram
Rendering peace to mankind
But you are considered an evil
And condemned as a great devil
When I compare your qualities with humans around
They are a greater evil
I find
They have all qualities of hell
There is a vacuum of spirit and character
I tell
Daughters are ***** in the streets
Justice is quite obsolete
Nirbhaya's convicts keep gaining time
Death warrants are stayed everytime
Physical **** is a matter of chance
They **** mentally daily is my stance
Death of Nirbhaya's rapists is not going to stop such  crimes
Steps are needed to train ***** minds to purge them of evil signs and designs
So, you Ravana, are a lesser evil
I claim
The greater evil of humans collectively
I disdain
The greater evil burns the effigies of lesser evil yearly
It costs the environment so dearly
Being greater evil, O Ravana, I have no right to burn you
Not even to raise a finger against you
O Lord, make me Ravana, the lesser evil
Till then I burn myself
Till then I burn myself!
Hope nowadays resembles the wind.

One second people have it,

And the next it’s gone like the wind.

When an obstacle greater than you presents itself and stares you down.

Don’t coward away and forget about hope.

Being obedient to retaining hope pays;

People who are obedient,
Who remain faithful,
Who hold onto hope without hesitation,

Will see obstacles,
No matter how great or small,
be conquered by the divine.

You see when an obstacle seems too big for you, or too complicated and the how just won’t present itself .. it’s because you’re not supposed to be fighting that battle.

It’s God’s battle.

Give him his FIGHT BACK!

He called and asked to have his fight back.

He wants you to return it.

Give it BACK,
Let go and Let God.

Everything happens in divine timing.

Don’t let your hope dissolve,

Don’t let hope escape from your grasp like the wind, instead hold onto it with both hands and stand witness to how OUR God will conquer the fight.

Because he is the king of kings,
There is no obstacle greater than him
And he will succeed.
Äŧül May 23
All the strength of my impertinent love.
I shall be the August Landmesser.

Low I shall keep my arm en masse,
Of course, I shall not heil the Führer,
Viewing my parents as the dictators, I am,
Expect me they do forget the love of yours.

Yet I shall not comply with their orders,
Of course, I shall always love only you,
Unless I am successful, rest I shall not.
My HP Poem #1846
©Atul Kaushal
Chris Oct 2019
It's full of holes.
I am a comedic genius.
Enjoy.
Jeremiah Mhlongo Jun 2019
MY LETABA.


Greater are you my Letaba,
Scorched by porvety,
You feed us,
Your hand,
Is great.

Your hand took us,
Led us out of acrid desserts,
Where dreams where buried,
We flourish in your greatness,
Oh Greater Letaba.

You quench our thirsts,
Our babies nurtured,
In your care and land,
Vast beauty you have flowered,
Your hand in lend to all.

Your heart is mighty,
We are your cubs,
Oh Greater Letaba,
Now and forever,
Let your milk strengthen us.
My 1st praise poem, if its fitting to be one
mes Feb 2019
Love
is a battlefield
we
are flying arrows
when we hit flesh
and one more soldier is down to the ground
heavily armed with dreadful hopes in hand
dead are they
then alive they become
as their blood are pouring down like milk
as they go down in hysterical laughter
they finally make it
we become merely objects
cutting sharp whoever is on site,  
we don’t know what the **** we are doing.
but who is shooting us at the enemy?
who has sharpened us till we bleed? thrown our strengths in the fire
drown them into the water
‘til our wooden bodies get tired
then break
as they get finished?
chanting at fate’s face
the only thing we have held until that very moment
that once and for all
cheaters conquer the world
good ones make it to the finish line.
I feel like love is not our battle. We participate but it isn’t up to us, it happens without our hands involved. Love is something greater than ourselves.
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