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Naveen Malhotra Aug 2020
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!
-Goat Apr 2020
All around me I see houses with beautiful yards
yet my home is built with nothing
but spare parts
It's not about what you have to show, it's about how much you fought to be able to show it
(kind of a stretched rhyme but whatever, right?)
Nat Lipstadt Mar 2020
ten thousand shall sunrise arise
with confidence and no surmise,
their only skill, a declaration made

I am poet, my eyes see and my tongues
unravel what overlaps, overloads, what
connects us, our sinews are tongue tied


the heated transfer of our gut alpha juices
in ways invisible but fully sensory sends
impulse ******* scouring clashing galaxies

we are a war of worlds, a war of words,
a war of class, gender, crossing boundaries,
creating new ones at our intermittent tangentials

I slip and fall, my face deep punctured, leaking
notions that cannot be stemmed or reacquainted,
alas, alas I-am now poet halved, the clock will soon

leap forwards, words anoint my unhealed scar,
longer for daylight tries to save my taste of immortality
but the year twenty twenty is for the younger poets

their simplicity fancies itself as creatively bold,
but this poet in his declining times of old
knows only my reputation is the being being shortened

their succinct pierces nothing, but egotistical ism
by dawning early light, weep copious for us both,
my holed face gushes what they don’t want to know

poems constructed and constrained by words near expiration,
use or lose the mind muse unkindly warns, the never of now,
by sunrise, ten thousand new and one old poets will meet their expiry date

one old one, be mortality lessened, lesser, used up by the dated date

march 6, twenty twenty
10:48am
Val Vik Jan 2020
How ignorant I felt -
Suffocated to fill your cup -
How I tried to get inside your head -

Until I finally realized. . .
You're the one who can't understand
for which I am simply lesser.
Therapeutic write
Canis Latrans Mar 2019
Sentinel of dust.
Guard your resolutions quietly.
Calamity comes but to no avail.
The card signifies strength in opposition. If attacked he will meet the onslaught boldly.
Canis Latrans Mar 2019
Desolate sands, vacant blood.
Sunset bleeds into final night.
Aut Caesar Aut Nihil.
Vexren4000 Sep 2018
Humanity is being reduced,
To nothing but a shadow,
Of the greatness it once had,
Cyclical progression of man,
Shows that we rise and fall.
When will be the day,
That humanity only rises above our past,
Instead of becoming it?

©BAS
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