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Eshana Jan 7
The blue creeps over the skies, such a harshly lit blue.
The green creeps over the lands, so lush - you'll scarcely see the hidden thorns.

But -
I cannot go back to the blue & the green.

She hangs my thoughts to dry in the yellow -
Her eyes creep along my bodyline, my body lies - my aura denies.

I'm not weak, but my heart needs to shrink.

Written by Eshan de Lange
History repeats itself. But not quite yet.
Naveen Malhotra Sep 2020
Everyone per se is a money buyer
Without money no survival
Some buy money
Selling their talent
Some by creative intelligence
Some by manual labour
Some by physical skills
Some by running businesses
Some by running industries
Some by horse trading
Some by cheating
Some by beating
There are myriad ways of buying money
Most efficient being a political leader
Least tiring being a
Beggars don't accept in kind
They need money in hand
After all they need to buy a bottle
They can't ask for it in the open
For buying money
You have to put some effort as a price
Hard work to begging
Everyone per se is a money buyer
It's just a satire!
Lyn-Purcell Aug 2020

Willow-swift beauty
Flowered fruits have earned her praise
For she is acclaimed

New day, new haiku!
Taking it slow and steady as always.
Three of the Charites, children of Hephaestus and Aglaia [aka Kharis, one of the three Charites] down and after this, one more to go!
This is Eupheme, goddess of praise. And again, there isnt much on her but like her sisters before her, I wanted to give her some character.
I picture Eupheme as someone who is diligent and hardworking at her passions, someone who is worthy of praise because of how much heart she puts into her work. I wanted to make her more human in that regard, you know. This is something we all deserve, praise for our passion.
Please just keep at what you do and be honest and open too.
The best is yet to come, for us all!

Anyway, thank you all for growing followers, I'm forever humbled and grateful for the support 🙏🌹💜
Here's the link for the growing collection:
Be back tomorrow with another one!
Much love,
Lyn 💜
Nandini yadav Jun 2020
औरों को दे महल बनाकर
ख़ुद झोपड़ में रहता है
बात करें हम आज श्रमिक की
जिसकी व्यथा न कोई समझता है।
      भर के आँखों में सपने
       वो गाँव छोड़कर आता है
       शहर की चकाचौंध भरी दुनिया में
       ख़ुद को अनजाना पाता है
       सारे दर्द समेट के अंदर
       बाहर से मुस्कुराता है
       बात करें हम आज श्रमिक की
       जिसकी व्यथा न कोई समझता है।

जेठ की जलती गर्मी हो
या हो जाड़े की मार
मुश्किल भरे हालातों में भी
न माने कभी वो हार
चंद मज़दूरी की ख़ातिर
दिन रात वो मेहनत करता है
बात करें हम आज श्रमिक की
जिसकी व्यथा न कोई समझता है।
       परिश्रम करता सबसे ज्यादा
       फिर भी दुत्कारा जाता है
       करोड़ों कमाने वाले मालिक से
       ख़ुद समय पर पगार न पाता है
       फिर भी करता न उफ़ कभी
       चुप-चाप सब सहता जाता है
       बात करें हम आज श्रमिक की
       जिसकी व्यथा न कोई समझता है।

मजबूर हो गए आज श्रमिक
जब कोई मदद न करता है
वापस अपनों से मिलने
वो मीलों पैदल चलता है
पैर में पड़ गए मोटे छाले
फिर भी उसके कदम न हारे
देख के ऐसी हिम्मत उसकी
ख़ुद कहर भी दंग रह जाता है
बात करें हम आज श्रमिक की
जिसकी व्यथा न कोई समझता है।

                 Labor agony

Make others a palace
He lives in a hut
Talk about labor today
No one understands the agony ..
Dreams in all eyes
He leaves the village
In the dazzling world of the city
Finds himself a little unknown
Inside all the pain
Smiles from outside
Talk about labor today
No one understands the agony ..
Hot summer
Or be winter
Even in difficult conditions
Never believe that every
For the sake of a few wages
Day and night he works hard
Talk about labor today
No one understands the agony ..
Works hard the most
Is still rebuked
From a boss who earns crores
Do not pay on time
Never does oops ever
All is silent
Talk about labor today
No one understands the agony ..
Today the workers were forced
When no one helps
To go back to the village
He walks for miles
Thick ulcers in the leg
Still don't lose his steps
Seeing this courage
Amber also bends down
Talk about labor today
No one understands the agony of ...
दोस्तों इस कविता में हमने बात की है समाज के उस वर्ग की जिसके बारे में कोई बात नहीं करना चाहता अर्थात श्रमिक और मज़दूर वर्ग। ये ऐसा वर्ग है जो बहुत ही कठिन परिश्रम करके अपना और अपने परिवार का पेट भर पाते हैं।
यह कविता  श्रमिक के जीवन और उसकी मन की व्यथा को को समझने का एक छोटा सा प्रयास है।

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kiran goswami May 2020
I posted a picture on the internet today,
after handpicking the best of all.
While she is left with no choices,
so she walks on the roads that burn
carrying herself upon her feet that bleed.

I took my camera and checked up the lighting,
as I wanted the picture to look 'natural' and 'candid'.
A cameraman rushes to her to click a picture
as he is a magazine photographer searching for stories real.

I sweated and protested about the scorching heat
while I set up my camera.
She wipes the sweat off her father's forehead
on which the glabellar lines cease to exist,
while hers is carrying the roots and branches of it.

I held books in my hand to strike a pose
as my fingers laid in front,
whose nails I painted yellow for this summer.
She holds the handlebars of her bicycle she can no more hold or paddle,
her nails have painted themselves with the colour of mud.

I clicked too many pictures for me to count or recall.
Even after thousands, she remembered how many miles is home.

I captioned my picture
'No more lonely quarantine',
She hardly knows alphabets or words to even ask for help.

I swiped from filter to filter
selecting an 'aesthetic' one.
She drinks the pitch-black liquid,
they tell her is water,
without even demanding for 'cleaner' one.

I finally edited and made a perfect picture,
with my wide grin sealed with a gloss,
And the cameraman too asks for her to smile for once.
She with her deserted lips forms a curve that makes the cameraman frown.

He deletes the picture from his camera
as it would be disliked by all,
It got 1.9k likes,
The picture I posted on the internet today.
Shiv Pratap Pal May 2020
He who is poor, helpless and hungry
Is also half-naked or fully undressed
But still he doesn't choose to beg
Instead chooses to do hard labour
He's actually the real shameless

To refrain him from his shame
A law is essentially required
It's also very urgently required
The law should be named as
Shame Reform law
What Law is urgently required to be made an enacted??
{Based On my hindi poem 'कानून बनना चाहिए'
Ayodeji Oje Apr 2020
When I had no will of mine
You went all the miles
When I couldn’t talk
You were my voice
When I couldn’t walk
Your back was my cart
When my eyes couldn’t see
You were my sight
When I knew not a thing
You were my secret guide
O sweet mother
My back bone is you
Cant we quit to see this world in a labour or conservative view?
And would justice adjust to a world better for the better people?

Listen, fools, which we all are.
Wouldn’t fall for this political stylizing conservative values.

Heck, who are cheat
And who will lie.
Who indeed tends racist more?

Under the church,
a stained 7 colour window
Can we halt to see this world from and black and white view.

More than agree with who? ——
Yes, there are other hues.
Who need to  therapy?
Yes, the world only comes together
when we try to make it better.
By Angel. XJ. 13/12/2019
Adam Childs Sep 2019
Come on Labour,
let the sounds
Of your gentle chimes,
of destiny ring

Drown out those drums,
beaten by over privileged

Who bath in a nostalgia ,
for a glory that has never been.
Who have never seen combat
let alone
the true
of a ****** battle
or world war.

As white strings are pulled
we hear a sinister song.

So let us all Roar with a different
sound, with a heart in its center
and hope all around.

As all they really need to know
is whether inside or out
we Labour,

Have Their Back.

Time now is to dispel
all economic myth
the fear of Apocalypse

And unearth a
Utopian Dream
just a little poem for a up and coming election in the UK
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