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Viktoriia May 2020
in a world that's hellbent on division
you might just be my flavour of strange;
and if love is a war,
you can have my allegiance.
if we we burn, we burn bright;
if we die, then we die
holding hands at the edge.
like two planets on course for collision,
we trade endless stagnation for change;
and whatever the cost,
we're not bound by the limits.
if we live, we live now;
if we die, then we die
holding hands at the edge.
Kairosclere May 2020
You need a soul to blame,
To put on your causes of adversity.
So let me offer you mine;
I might drown
Under the tedious current
But at least,
You will float.
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The wild unforgiving landscape,
The perilous heat and,
The untamed sun.
A fools conquest the land was.

Dawn comes to the very boundary of the empire,
standing on the uncontrolled border.
A string of forts stretch long and thin,
covering the horizon with their power.

Dawn breaks as the men wash and meditate,
affixing there turban to begin the day.
Sensing a looming threat in the air,
the Sikhs man their posts.

Someone tells a joke to break the tension,
everybody laughs, but the feeling remains.
The lookout shouts about an enormous mass moving on the horizon,
The twenty-one takes their defensive positions.

At least 10 thousand tribesmen,
once there allies but now, in full retaliation,
descending on the forts with only the signalling post,
standing in there way.

The unit is piling up ammunition,
barring the gates to there tiny compound.
The signalman sends a tiny message,
"Can you send help?",
Only with a slight delay, "no".

The men in the unit gathered around their commander,
Ishar Singh, knowing fully that they could make a break for it,
Ishar then tells them calmly about what they are already,
in their hearts, are ready for.

They will stay and,
They will fight.

They will delay the oncoming tribesmen,
as long as possible.
They will buy the forts the time they need,
to call the reinforcements.
This is the first part of the poem 'Saragarhi' and it is based on the events of September 12th, 1897. This is about 21 Sikhs sacrificing their lives to help their brothers.
Nandini yadav Apr 2020
पूँछ बैठा आज मेरा साया मुझसे
साथ हूँ मैं तेरे जबसे
देखा नहीं कभी तुझे मुस्कुराते हुए
क्या राज़ है आज बता दे मुझे,,
मैनें अपनी झुकी हुई नज़रें उठाते हुए कहा,,
सुन,मैं भी मुस्कुराना चाहती हूँ
फूलों की तरह खिलखिलाना चाहती हूँ
चाहत है खुले आसमां में उड़ने की
अपनी बेरंग ज़िन्दगी में रंग भरने की
अरमां हैं मेरे भी कुछ अपने
खुली आँखों से देखे मैनें न जाने कितने सपने
वो नन्हे-नन्हे बच्चे जब बस्ता लेकर निकलते हैं
उन्हें देख कर मेरे क़दम भी आगे बढ़ते हैं
थाम लूँ इन नन्हे हाथों से कलम आज मैं भी
लिख दूँ एक नई दास्तां आज मैं भी
किन्तु रोक लेती हूँ फिर खुद को
ज़रा जोर से झकझोर लेती हूँ खुद को
फिर याद आता है कलम नहीं झाडू है हाथ में
और मुझे तो जीना है बस इसी के साथ मैं
जन्म लेते ही भुला दिया था मुस्कुराना मैंने
एक बेटी होने की यही कीमत अदा की है मैंने
एक बेटी होने की यही कीमत अदा की है मैंने,,

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Price ... to have a daughter

..Tail sat today my shadow from me
I am with you since
Never seen you smiling
Tell me what is the secret today
I raised my bowed eyes and said,
Hey, i want to smile too
Wanna blossom like flowers
Want to fly in open air
To color in your colorless life
Armaan is mine too few
I don't know how many dreams
I can see with open eyes
When those little ones get out of the bag
Seeing them, my steps also move forward
Take hold of these small hands with pen today
May I write a new story today as well
But I stop myself then
Just shake myself hard
Remember again the pen is not in the hand
And i want to live with it
I forgot to smile at birth
I paid the same price for having a daughter
I have paid the same price to have a daughter,
Hi friends..I want to dedicate my new poem to all the daughters ...
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Nandini yadav May 2020
भारत माँ से आज उसके 

कई वीर सपूत बिछड़ गए

नमन है ऐसे वीरों का

जो कुर्बान वतन पर हो गए

न झुकने दिया सर देश का अपने

वो अपना सर कटा गए

                     भारत माँ की लाज बचा 

                     ख़ुद मौत को गले लगा गए ,,।

न रुके कभी न झुके कभी

वो तान के सीना चलते हैं

ख़ुद जान की परवाह किये बिना

वतन की रक्षा करते हैं

जिस मिट्टी में जन्म लिया

उस मिट्टी का कर्ज़ चुका गए

                    भारत माँ की लाज बचा

                    ख़ुद मौत को गले लगा गए,,।

घर परिवार को छोड़ कर वो

सीमा पर पहरा देते हैं

देश की रक्षा की ख़ातिर

अपनों से दूर वो रहते हैं

जिस माँ की गोद में पले-बड़े

उस माँ को रोता छोड़ गए

                  भारत माँ की लाज बचा

                  ख़ुद मौत को गले लगा गए,,।

धन्य हैं वो वीर जवां

जो देश पर मिट जाते हैं

कदम बढ़ें दुश्मन के अग़र तो

वो चीर लहु पी जाते हैं

न भूल सकें कुर्बानी उनकी

वो ऐसी छाप लगा गए

                भारत माँ की लाज बचा 

                ख़ुद मौत को गले लगा गए,,।।

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A salute to the martyrs

Today many of her brave sons
got separated from Mother India
Salutations to such heroes
Who sacrificed their lives
Do not let your head bow down
They chopped off their heads
Mother India left unhappy
He embraced death itself.
Never stop never bow
They walk the stool
Regardless of my own life
Protect the country
Born in the soil
Pay off that debt
Mother India left unhappy
He embraced death itself.
Leaving the family
Guard the border
For the defense of the country
Away from loved ones
The mother who grew up in the lap
Left that mother crying
Mother India left unhappy
He embraced death itself.
Blessed are those brave men
Which disappear on the country
Step forward after the enemy
They drink rip blood
Do not forget their sacrifice
They were printed
Mother India left unhappy
He embraced death itself.
दोस्तों यह कविता एक श्रद्धांजलि है हमारे भारतीय सपूतों के लिए जो देश की किसी भी परिस्थिति में अपने घर अपने परिवार को छोड़ कर सिर्फ देश की सेवा में तत्पर रहते हैं और हमारी व देश की रक्षा करते हुए शहीद हो जाते हैं।
Marian Solis May 2020
I know a boy;
Drowned in the sea of darkness,
Long ago breathed his last happiness
As his burdens drag him deeper
And shuts his eyes from the light.

I know this boy;
Who woke up in the dark sea:
Ears deafened by the waves of water,
Thought he won’t need to breathe again
And tries to live in the deep lies.

I knew this boy;
So I swam in the sea of sadness:
Although I knew it is dangerous,
I hold on to my last breath of happiness
Only to share with him hoping he could live again.
Michael R Burch May 2020
You are welcome to share this poem for noncommercial use and dedicate it to your favorite mother, but please credit the author if you share it on social media or elsewhere on the Internet …

Mother’s Smile
by Michael R. Burch

There never was a fonder smile
than mother’s smile, no softer touch
than mother’s touch. So sleep awhile
and know she loves you more than “much.”

So more than “much,” much more than “all.”
Though tender words, these do not speak
of love at all, nor how we fall
and mother’s there, nor how we reach
from nightmares in the ticking night
and she is there to hold us tight.

There never was a stronger back
than father’s back, that held our weight
and lifted us, when we were small,
and bore us till we reached the gate,
then held our hands that first bright mile
till we could run, and did, then flew.
But, oh, a mother’s tender smile
will leap and follow after you!

I have dedicated this poem to my mother, Christine Ena Burch, and my wife, Elizabeth Harris Burch. Published by TALESetc, Famous Poets and Poems, Poems for Big Kids (anthology), Victorian Violet Press, Better Than Starbucks, Promosaik (Germany), Pour Femme (Italy), Korean Palmers, JIT Jaipur (India), Inspirational Stories and Care2Care; also Penguin Books Valentine’s Day Contest Winner and included in the Children of Gaza song cycle by composer Eduard de Boer. Keywords/Tags: Mother, Mothers, Day, love, compassion, tenderness, encouragement, selflessness, sacrifice, comfort, hugs, kisses, smile, smiles
Saurya May 2020
Abba!
Abba!
Abba!

There was silence

Except the rustle of the dry leaves
And the wind
And the thumping of the heart

Everything was silent

The night was moved, not to move at all,
Least, they would come, and the moments of love
That flowed as blood, would turn in screams!
Love cries would be turned to love screams
Flesh made for freedom, would be freed from the bones

Hush! Said the night to the leaves, and they feared to stir,
Let’s give this boy, some moments of peace, and silence they said,
For the boy was born in silence, moved in silence, lived in silence
And silent was his mind, for knowledge has been stirred in love, God said’

Abba!
Would you forsake me?
He cried, cause he knew, his faith on love was to be tested tonight!
Slowly wrenching heart out, in front of Ma!

Would you forsake me? Abba!

If this is your wish, so be it!
He said!

And night whimpered in fear, the moon hid her face in pain,
Leaves failed to move

The Legionnaires have arrived
As King is being carried to Kingdom!
So was the King taken away to rule!
All hearts of love! till the world would break apart, or explode of love!

If this is your Wish, Abba! So be it!
Yanamari May 2020
Unsettled heart keeping me up at night
Emotions leaving me raw, overcome
What was once okay lost its security
Who am I and what have I become?

What sacrifices am I making and
Where will these sacrifices take me next?
I'm afraid that they won't understand
I'm afraid of the judgement they'll project

And so the words remain hidden inside.
Whilst people abide by what they should see
The words free to roam, wreak havoc on my mind.
And agree to expel what shouldn't be.

Never afraid of what would never happen
Until I saw what was not to be seen again
Trying my hands at a Shakespearean sonnet style of writing. The syllable count varies on purpose.. the rhymes didn't quite make it, I'm too used to free verse poetry...
The message rather than the words is what has me writing
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