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Tsunami Aug 2019
The
       mangoes
make an appearance
before the
                 monsoon...
so will you.
i was 17 when i wrote this
Ifa Agnes Aug 2019
Yes, I am angry and I have anger,
Burning inside me, like an amber,
You can also get injured by it,
So, better you stay away from me.

Neither I intended someone to suffer,
From mine fatal disease,
Nor, I did it; Cause I had been
Storing Grudge inside me.

But people never stop Making talk;
I am a ***** And many more.
Well, I was aware of everything,
Like what I was made and what I am being.

Nothing mattered me now more or least,
And I didn't wanna be a beast,
Everyone called, I heard silently,
Cause I am aware of my animality.

Neither I was alike it,
Nor I had become a bit,
Situation - Suffering made me rough,
But there exists humanity though.

I was same as a common girl,
Had a tolerating power pearl,
Abide everything like other,
But Not I had fortune further.

I had to rant and rave,
Every time I faced a deprave,
Made of injustice and wrong,
That only I had borne for long.

Tolerating was, I doing all times,
But with the hostility of my prime,
Make my abstinence of long,
Turn into dust, Oh! My song.

And then my emotions and me,
Aren't in control for a second, see,
I say, then, the truth of my heart,
Had felt, with words that worth.

And what I spoke then,
Is not all wrong; when,
You start first; And my defense,
It becomes for every one wrong.

Truth is truth, it will flow one day,
Let me a bad person for someday,
You will be hero, for sure then,
God knows everything; So, have some same.

My anger is wrong I know,
But what you have done till isn't an evil show?
Leave it, I don't wanna discuss more,
Stupid fiend, in disguise of a friend, you are a sore.


So, Yes, I am Angry and I have Anger,
Burning inside me, like an amber,
You can also get injured by it,
So, better you stay away from me.

Written by
Ifa Agnes
Prithvi Gude Jul 2019
When the sun goes down there,
It rises up here.
When you go to sleep there,
My day starts here.
When you stop shedding tears there,
A smile starts here.
When you get cuter there,
I blush over here.
When the smile ends there,
My day darkens here.
You’re back in India there,
I’m back in the US here.
But baby, you know what?
I love you, no matter what!

~ PG
Carl D'Souza Jul 2019
A father carries on his shoulders
his 3 year old son,
as the father walks waist deep in
monsoon floodwaters
seeking to escape the floods
and carry his child to safety.

Monsoon floods
happen every year in India
and every year people are in flood-distress.
I wonder
what is the solution to flood-distress?
Better infrastructure like concrete drains
linked to concrete waterways
linked to reservoirs
which save water for the dry season?
I wonder
who will build this infrastructure?
How will this infrastructure be built?
Who will pay for this infrastructure?
The development of poor nations
like India
is a mystery to me.
I wonder
how poor flood-prone villages in India
will develop the needed infrastructure
to prevent monsoon flooding?
Sahaj Sabharwal Jun 2019
TRANQUIL NIGHT DREAM

Night dream is just a virtual world,
Till it is boundless and not bold.

A good night dream, 
Resembles a fresh, white, well toned cream.

Sleeping in tranquil night,
Aiming to achieve the goal at any height.

To get real success in any field,
Even night dream works to provide us the courage to yield.

In the mind of a stakeholder,
Mostly the goal got the platform and support as a strengthened shoulder.

Just hardwork and luck can help us achieving aim,
Which is just a night dream which has now been achieved and not just fame.

-Sahaj Sabharwal 
-Jammu city, 
Jammu and Kashmir, India .
sahajsabharwal12345@gmail.com
+917780977469
Poem by Sahaj Sabharwal
कह रहे हो तुम ये  ,
मैं भी करूँ ईशारा,
सारे  जहां  से अच्छा ,
हिन्दुस्तां हमारा।


ये ठीक भी बहुत  है,
एथलिट सारे जागे ,
क्रिकेट में जीतते हैं,
हर गेम में  है आगे।


अंतरिक्ष  में उपग्रह
प्रति मान फल  रहें है,
अरिदल पे नित दिन हीं
वाण चल रहें हैं,


विद्यालयों में बच्चे
मिड मील भी पा  रहें है,
साइकिल भी मिलती है
सब गुनगुना रहे हैं।


हाँ ठीक कह रहे हो,
कि फौजें हमारी,
बेशक  जीतती हैं,
हैं दुश्मनों  पे भारी।


अब नेट मिल रहा है,
बड़ा सस्ता बाजार में,
फ्री है वाई-फाई ,
फ्री-सिम भी व्यवहार में।


पर  होने से नेट भी
गरीबी मिटती कहीं?
बीमारों से समाने फ्री
सिम टिकती नहीं।


खेत में  सूखा है और
  तेज बहुत धूप है,
गाँव में मुसीबत अभी,
रोटी है , भूख है।


सरकारी हॉस्पिटलों में,
दौड़ के हीं ऐसे,
आधे तो मर रहें  हैं,
इनको बचाए कैसे?


बढ़ रही है कीमत और
बढ़ रहे बीमार हैं,
बीमार करें  छुट्टी  तो
कट रही पगार हैं।


राशन हुआ है महंगा,
कंट्रोल घट रहा है,
बिजली हुई न सस्ती,
पेट्रोल चढ़ रहा है।


ट्यूशन  फी है हाई,
उसको चुकाए कैसे?
इतनी सी नौकरी में,
रहिमन पढ़ाए कैसे?


दहेज़ के अगन में ,
महिलाएं मिट रही है ,
बाज़ार में सजी हैं ,
अबलाएँ बिक रहीं हैं।


क्या यही लिखा है ,
मेरे देश के करम में,
सिसकती रहे बेटी ,
शैतानों के हरम में ?


मैं वो ही तो चाहूँ ,
तेरे दिल ने जो पुकारा,
सारे  जहाँ  से अच्छा ,
हिन्दुस्तां   हमारा।


पर अभी भी बेटी का
बाप है बेचारा ,
कैसे कहूँ है बेहतर ,
है देश ये हमारा?


अजय अमिताभ सुमन:
सर्वाधिकार सुरक्षित
Stoic Sense May 2019
Love..

he called her fat
coz he was thin

he called her pale
coz he was dark

he called her emotional
coz he was heartless

he called her nagging
coz he was secretive

yet she loved
and he cheated

his insecurities
killed the love
killed the girl
killed her entity

she hanged
and he died
Àŧùl May 2019
I am a voluntary propagandist.
Run I did a strong campaign.
An enduring campaign for NaMo.
My Facebook pages are successful.
And I feel like a shadow warrior.
I don't need any prize for my efforts.
Mōđī Jī remaining in charge of India's golden future.
My HP Poem #1741
©Atul Kaushal
Sai Kurup May 2019
The same questions
The same curious stares
The same judging tones
Just different continents
And me
A road between them

In my old home
A sleeveless shirt?
Your legs are exposed?
An American accent,
Guess you’re not one of us anymore.

Must be a lot of school shootings, huh?
We’re working on it
I promise

In my new home
Why are you wearing that?
What’s on your forehead?
Why are you eating with your hands?
That’s gross.
Speak English, you’re in America.

There’s a lot of open defecation, right?
We’re working on it
I promise

If only you listened
To each other
And yourselves
If only you realized
How different
But similar you sound
If only
Sai Kurup May 2019
The invisible scar
Of the patriarchy
Hangs over us
Masked by the shadows of tradition
Concealed within
Dazzling bursts of color
Billowing skirts
And spirited dancing

Hot acid flung
Scathing, searing, scalding
Because weak men
Cannot handle rejection

Wed the one you love
And bring shame
Upon the family
Honor killings
Does ******
Bring Dignity?

#JusticeforNirbhaya
#JusticeforAsifa
And now #JusticeforAiman
Our only crime
Is being female
Yet fingers are still pointed
At us
At the length of our dresses
At the makeup on our faces
At the way we smiled

How long
Until we are finally fed up
With a society
That would rather
A corpse
Over a girl?
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