#humanityfirst - Hello Poetry

I am not a feminist but, an emotional being— a soul that belongs neither here nor there, simply human, a heart that feels. Everyone should look through the glasses of equality, a lens without hierarchy. Bring every opinion to the middle of the bridge where no one is misandrist, no one misogynist. Let us not hide behind walls of excuses, built from prejudice— bricks too weak can't hold the truth. Yesterday, I reached out my hands for your growth. Today, it is your turn to lift me. And one day, we will finally stand together— not as labels, but as human beings.

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Apr 14

Apr 14, 2026 at 11:06 AM UTC

ceebeenotes

Beyond Labels

I am not a feminist but, an emotional being— a soul that belongs neither here nor there, simply human, a heart that feels. Everyone should look through the glasses of equality, a lens without hierarchy. Bring every opinion to the middle of the bridge where no one is misandrist, no one misogynist. Let us not hide behind walls of excuses, built from prejudice— bricks too weak can't hold the truth. Yesterday, I reached out my hands for your growth. Today, it is your turn to lift me. And one day, we will finally stand together— not as labels, but as human beings.

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(A Song of Love, Loss, and Condemnation) We came where the Lidder flow, Where pine trees guard the earth below. Pahalgam cradled us in grace, A honeymoon wrapped in nature’s embrace. We held each other on the mountain bend, A love that felt like it would never end. The air was pure, the sky so wide, He laughed with joy, I stood by his side. But then came thunder not from the skies— Gunfire tore through our lives. He fell with a whisper, his eyes still warm, As horror bloomed where dreams were born. Oh, although the pine still sings, My heart can't feel a thing. He died with his arms reaching for light, In the meadows of Pahalgam… robbed of our right. Twenty-six souls now sleep in snow, Where only peace was meant to grow. Tell me how faith became this blade— That carves through love in a holy charade. They came like shadows, hearts turned to stone, No warning, no mercy, we died alone. He wasn’t a soldier, just someone in love— Now he lies silent beneath skies above. Blood flows through the lush meadow’s green, In Baisaran Valley, where peace had been. Now the world itself breathes with grief, And paradise weeps through every leaf. How many must die before we say— That no belief can justify this way? We light our candles, the world moves on, But love once lost is never gone. Condemn these hands that **** and maim, No God demands this kind of flame. Let not one more vow be broken by hate— Let peace rise before it’s too late. Susanta Pattnayak

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Apr 23, 2025

Apr 23, 2025 at 11:56 AM UTC

susanta_pattnayak

In the meadows of Pahalgam

(A Song of Love, Loss, and Condemnation) We came where the Lidder flow, Where pine trees guard the earth below. Pahalgam cradled us in grace, A honeymoon wrapped in nature’s embrace. We held each other on the mountain bend, A love that felt like it would never end. The air was pure, the sky so wide, He laughed with joy, I stood by his side. But then came thunder not from the skies— Gunfire tore through our lives. He fell with a whisper, his eyes still warm, As horror bloomed where dreams were born. Oh, although the pine still sings, My heart can't feel a thing. He died with his arms reaching for light, In the meadows of Pahalgam… robbed of our right. Twenty-six souls now sleep in snow, Where only peace was meant to grow. Tell me how faith became this blade— That carves through love in a holy charade. They came like shadows, hearts turned to stone, No warning, no mercy, we died alone. He wasn’t a soldier, just someone in love— Now he lies silent beneath skies above. Blood flows through the lush meadow’s green, In Baisaran Valley, where peace had been. Now the world itself breathes with grief, And paradise weeps through every leaf. How many must die before we say— That no belief can justify this way? We light our candles, the world moves on, But love once lost is never gone. Condemn these hands that **** and maim, No God demands this kind of flame. Let not one more vow be broken by hate— Let peace rise before it’s too late. Susanta Pattnayak

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1. Aye insaan Kya tu malik h jhaan ka Ya uska dukh, sbab tha teri muskaan ka Tune maar diya jise hsi hsi me, kya ksoor tha us bejubaan ka??? 2. Aye insan tu thodi sharm kar Khuda mehrbaan ** tujhpe ese kuchh karm kar Bhut itrata h tu tere dimaag ki chalbajio par Afsos kregi kaynaat saari tere chalakiyo ke bhram par 🐘🐘🐘

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Jun 4, 2020

Jun 4, 2020 at 11:21 PM UTC

itssadyboy

Save Animals (Pregnant elephant murdered)

1. Aye insaan Kya tu malik h jhaan ka Ya uska dukh, sbab tha teri muskaan ka Tune maar diya jise hsi hsi me, kya ksoor tha us bejubaan ka??? 2. Aye insan tu thodi sharm kar Khuda mehrbaan ** tujhpe ese kuchh karm kar Bhut itrata h tu tere dimaag ki chalbajio par Afsos kregi kaynaat saari tere chalakiyo ke bhram par 🐘🐘🐘

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And when You are asked "How old are you?" Probably My soul is Much older Than Your blood line Just reply Just reply If you don't want to Still you have to

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Dec 25, 2019

Dec 25, 2019 at 5:27 AM UTC

mystic-ink-plus

Chronology

And when You are asked "How old are you?" Probably My soul is Much older Than Your blood line Just reply Just reply If you don't want to Still you have to

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