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"costlier" poems
1013 Too scanty ’twas to die for you, The merest Greek could that. The living, Sweet, is costlier— I offer even that— The Dying, is a trifle, past, But living, this include The dying multifold—without The Respite to be dead.
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Too scanty ’twas to die for you
I was about running for safety when she said she love me what is love? on this my empty pockets her onkempt hair and hungry eyes i knew she was a spider though my heart is deaf Igbo love is costlier in the market how-come this Yoruba lady money in the morning, money clockwise there is no juice left in me lady, your web had caught nothing and your tricks I've known.
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Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 7:24 AM UTC
Fake Love
Dear son I am dying So you may live! I couldn't pay for your son's school fees, The deepawali sweets and crackers And your wife's saree, Nor could I buy you the500cc Enfield Bullet.I had promised. My revised pension hasn't yet come. They have told me to wait, But I know you can't. Deepawali crackers are costlier this year With the boycott of Chinese goods A big price for patriotism. My friends tell me that if I die They will turn me Into a symbol, Something very big and important. Somewhere elections are just round the corner, There will be a statue And money and job for you. They say. I must die for you to live. I have lived my life. Sorry son, I had much to say But they tell me to hurry. The facilitator has another appointment to keep If only I could go with a bullet in my heart And a few pakis at my feet And not a sip from the hemlock tree! Do not gamble with the money you get, This Deepawali, pay Dipu's fees, Buy a plot of land, Take mother to Haridwar. And yes, get the money and the job Immediately after I die, least they forget. They will promise the world. They will come, don't worry, make them pay, Insects always do when there is light. They call me I must go You live..
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Nov 4, 2016
Nov 4, 2016 at 3:32 AM UTC
Father to son
The world has turned into a global village No one can deny on that... But..remember the phone we had placed on that beautiful table mat? Yes...it was a matter of pride to have one.. The only fastest medium of communication we had at that time It too had models...the rotary phone, the keypad and many fancy ones We talked, laughed and sobbed sitting at one place as we were tied with the corded set with everyone. It was safe.....no fear of radiation or loss of eye sight . Though it was much too costlier than what it is today....people still communicated and talked their heart out Now...every hand has a cell phone which comes with many features overcoming the limitation of the old one People can connect anywhere in no time Then why...? We are so disconnected.....! May be we mastered the art of telepathy?...or we are blessed with a magical wand...? We talk no more We only make groups We love forwarding messages We have become mute..... So can we again move to landline? Come out of the virtual world by talking to our dear ones at this time? Can we try and understand what they are hiding behind their smiling whatsapp profiles? Let's do things one at a time...rather than multitasking with phone on one hand and laptop on the other... Let's give them the love and respect when one needs from your side. So ..... sit back and dial a number of your loved one...and help the world again to become one if not through landline but may be your heartline!! Bina Mukherjee
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May 24, 2020
May 24, 2020 at 2:39 PM UTC
Oh!that landline
This is the feast of heavenly wine, And God invites to sup; The juices of the living Vine Were press'd to fill the cup. Oh! bless the Saviour, ye that eat, With royal dainties fed; Not heaven affords a costlier treat, For Jesus is the bread. The vile, the lost, He calls to them; Ye trembling souls, appear! The righteous in their own esteem Have no acceptance here. Approach, ye poor, nor dare refuse The banquet spread for you; Dear Saviour, this is welcome news, Then I may venture too. If guilt and sin afford a plea, And may obtain a place, Surely the Lord will welcome me, And I shall see his face.
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Welcome to the Table
I am living in a house Made of fleshy blocks Costlier than golds Not because it is cost But this man in the building refuses to be bought His choice of substantive intake Rotten tomatoes or fresh tomatoes it is the shelter of slaves It is the guile of the law
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Jun 18, 2018
Jun 18, 2018 at 3:27 AM UTC
Rotten Tomatoes
877 Each Scar I’ll keep for Him Instead I’ll say of Gem In His long Absence worn A Costlier one But every Tear I bore Were He to count them o’er His own would fall so more I’ll mis sum them.
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Each Scar I’ll keep for Him
I’ve escaped into Summer’s Eclipse, Where the frost flows continuously from your frozen lips. It’s numbed my bones and pierced my skin, and ceased every knock from the vessel within. They say if you tame the body, you’ll tame the soul, So, there’s hope that I’ll gain some kind of control. You question why but don’t ask me, They tell me I’ve traded my brain for a pea. For the mind is a grave we bury ourselves in, I tell you, who we are, where we’ve been, All’s the same once you’re dead, Your life’s a sweater you’ve worn to a thread. I’m clouding two thoughts and producing no rain, Give me a moment, I’ll try to explain: Consideration, admiration, I’m not really getting anywhere with this presentation, of who I should be and who I am, I’ve chosen to be cordial rather than condemn. That’s not to say sincerity is vain, (I’d argue that ego is what we should blame), But I’d imagine silence would prove me more bold, And keep me upright in this freezing cold. Now, to address the former, I say this, I would have taken the Winter in your kiss, But time, it ages, and so it goes: Pride is costlier than a rose.
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Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 8:51 AM UTC
For What It's Worth
Stones and pebbles Gifted by you Those remind me Olden days in beach I spent with you Still those are in My collections Those are Costlier than Diamonds Precious than Gold
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Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 10:31 PM UTC
578. Friend's heart
In a garment shop, was admiring a woman advice her teenage daughter (whose on diet program) to take a costlier one to one size less So, she can reduce her weight psychologically first…..
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Nov 6, 2015
Nov 6, 2015 at 8:46 PM UTC
Mother always right.....