"lai" poems
All Round River and waterfall
Land of the harvest,
This is our village
Betelnut and betel's garden.
Home home the granary
Haystack and cowshed,
This is our village
Magw Bwisagu cheerfully and welcome to.
Water from the well water to drag up
In the house bring on waist wrap,
This is our village
As is family.
Early morning wake up the chicken
Harvest in the land of to go,
This is our village
***** and solution of farming to do.
And so the garden vegetables everywhere
Lai, lapha, mula and etc.
This is our village
Vegetables are not lacking.
Temple, church and bathou festival
Holy, our place of worship
This is our village of bodos
Goibari taijowbari, kantalbari, and like the names.
Sep 26, 2016
Sep 26, 2016 at 12:19 PM UTC
Nai umangey nai tajgi,
Laker aai subah aaj ki.
Aaj subah kuch hoga khas
Sab ko yeh hoga ehasah.
Nai subah ki nai bauchhar
Sabko mile khub sara pyar
Yahi hamari dua hai rab se
Sabko khusiaa mile ham sb se.
Aai nai bouchhar,
lekar khub sara pyar.
Nai umange......
Har muskurahat hoti hai kimati
Par log karte eski na ginti.
Har din har roj
Karte ham eski khoj.
Sbki khusiaa rahe salamat,
Ham sb ki yahi hai amanat.
Jb khamosi chaye
To hm sb muskuraye
Ye duniaa ki rit ham sb nibhay,
Agar chot lagti koi apno ko
Bahot dukh hota mere es dill ko
Magar mai na sochi kv aoro ki
jo phirte hai dharti pe bina apno ke,
Par muskil hai sb ko ye bat batana.
Ye duniaa me apni aawaj uthana
Ye bouchhar aai bahot pyar lai,
Barsat ke sath nai subah aai.
Nai umange nai tazgi,
Lekar Aai subah aaj ki.......!!!!!!
-ROHINI-
Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 10:24 AM UTC
Led down from the tower
Head high and hands bound
Blindfold declined against the wall
Black square pinned to his heart
Eyes afire and shining proud
He sang...
He sang of Caruso, Townes Van Zandt
Pavarotti, Bocelli, Mercury,
Carreras, he sang of Antoine,
Of Sinatra, Lennon, Morrison, Redding
He sang and songbirds paused in flight
He sang like them all
He sang a song of himself
Of leaves of grass, of second comings
Of Byron, and Bharti, and Cummings
He sang of Neruda, and Plath, Tagore
Dickinson, Kamala Das and Naidu
Oh, he sang of them all
He sang of art and beauty
Of Mona Lisa and starry nights
Girls in green dresses and pearls
He sang of Van Gogh, of Picasso
Of Rembrandt, da Vinci
He sang of Michelangelo
He sang of sadness, pain
He sang of My Lai, Sand Creek
Of Guernica and Krystallnacht
He cried and sang of Wounded Knee
Of Katyn Forest, Sabra and Shatila
Oh, he wept as he sang
He sang of history and wonders
He sang of Olduvai and pyramids
Machu Picchu, Tikal, and Angkor Wat
He sang of a great wall, the Taj Mahal
Stonehenge, Easter Isle, Mesa Verde
His song took us to them all
He sang of courage
A song of Bunker Hill, Gettysburg
Of the Alamo, Normandy, Stalingrad
Of Lincoln, Guevara and Dr. King
He sang of Bolivar, Bhutto, Ghandi
He shamed us with their song
He sang his song...
As women sighed and peasants cried
He sang until the rifles fired, he died
Songbirds fell from the sky
Soldiers broke their guns on stones
And marched into the deep blue sea.
r ~ 4/12/14
Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 7:05 PM UTC
Ik gal kaha.
Menu 2016 to hi yakeen ja ** gea c
Ki thuhade lai menu bhulna bada easy c
Bcz us time jado thuhade viah di gal chali c
Tuci menu ik war bi nai c dasea
Nd us bhenchod nu pyar kar bethe c tuci
Yaar me kade kisi hor nu pyar nai kita, na hi kade kar paya. Beshak me hor bada kuj kita.
Bhawe oh kudi baji c ya nasha.
Par kisi hor nu kade pyar nai kr sakea.
Menu sala ehi samj nai a reha
Ki me thuhanu yaad karna band kr dawa
Ya ewe hi yaad krda raha
Me badi try kr reha ki yaad na kara.
Par is baar gal kuj hor he
2016 wich me bhul gea c u nu
But etki, gaand fati hoi a meri
Bus ik mar nai sakda
Baki bahro kush rehna penda
Kini war dekh chukea me thuhanu lal rang de choore wich
Sali iko dua nikdi ki maut a jawe menu
Bcz me khud mar nai sakda
*** bi ro reha
Yaad a ik wari, jado apa park wicho di ja rahe c
Te ik munda park wich ro reha c
Te me us time
Keha c ki sala
Kinna pagal he
Munda ewe kiwe ro sakda
Aj oh munde di yaad andi menu
Te meri kahi gal
Aj samj anda ki sala rona ki hunda
Bhen di lun hoi bi meri life di
Sala kite bi dil nI lagda mera
I know u nu mazak hi lag reha hona
Ha me kita bi mazak hi c thuhade naal
Te aj usdi saza bhugat reha ha
Ena jyada tadap reha ha
Pata ik ta banda ro ke mann halka kr lenda
Ik banda andro ronda
Jeda sala andro rona, te usda mann bi halka nai hunda
Bada ikha hunda
Fat jandi he
Rooh kamb jandi he
Sala jad bi kade wife nu patiala chad ke anda
Ta sad song laganda. Badi myshkil naal sad song sunan nu milde
Te bus sara rasta ronda anda me
Sach kaha ohi ik time hunda jad me ro sakda ha te apna mann halka karda ha
Cheeka marda ha, chest te mukke marda ha
Thapad tak marda ha apne aap nu
Sala sochda ki isi bahane kuch dil halka ** jawe
Par kithe.
Nai hunda.
Heena jj, menu pata ki mera *** koi hak nai reha.
Par metho ik haq na khona
Oh thuhanu dekhan da.
Me kade life wich interfair nai krda
Bus menu dekhan to na rokna kade.
Me tadfna chanda ha
Rona chanda ha
Apni galtia krke
Ameen
Jun 30, 2018
Jun 30, 2018 at 10:50 AM UTC
If I lived in Hawaii
I'd wear a glass skirt,
Panhandle tourists,
or lie on the beach
and get lai-ed by pretty girls.
Dec 17, 2010
Dec 17, 2010 at 10:41 PM UTC
These words are a sock, soft and warm from the dryer
butterknife
palpable
lullabye
maroon
These words are bits of glass, attacking my ears:
Yaw
Ketch
Blurt
Epizeuxis
Jactation and
Mauve
These words are brass-knuckled fists to the face
Mogadishu
Rwanda
Desert One
My Lai
And
Nine One One
These words are a sneaky cat, slithering here and there
Mystery
Secretive
Lurking
Sly
Shadowy
These words are unknown to everyone but me. Private words for private thoughts.
Uiyak
Jackassdom
Nothingofanyvalue
Apr 24, 2013
Apr 24, 2013 at 4:26 PM UTC
Swrgiding dwima dwisa
gaigra mai dubli
benw jwngni gami
Goi patwini bari
~
no no mai bakri
maihung **** mwswo goli
benw jwngni gami
gwmkangw magw-bwisagu
~
dwikorniprai dwi kaonai
nosim janjiyao paperna labwnai
benw jwngni gami
grwm grwm raijw janai
~
swrangsi swrangsi daola gesernai
hal huronlangnai
benw jwngni gami
hal kodaljwng abad maonai
-
bari kona kona mwigongni bari
lai lapa baidi mulani
benw jwngni gami
angkal gwiya megong taigongni
~
mandir girja bathou puja
switw jwngni sibisali
benw jwngni gami
goi taijow kantal bari mungni.
Dec 29, 2015
Dec 29, 2015 at 1:46 AM UTC
Fourteen years old on sensory overload.
The evening news.
Burn baby burn.
Da bomb. Sauteed mushrooms.
Drop drill in all the classrooms.
Lesee. If I crawl under this wooden desk with hands over head then
I wont end up toast ? Outa sight.
Puff That Muthfkn dragon. He still got a condo by the sea ?
I remember thinking how privileged and exciting to live in the USA.
But. Burn baby burn.
Watching late night reruns till the station signed off. No CNN then my fren.
The Duke.
Abbot and Costello meets The Mummy.
Free T.V.That was a first for I.
No T.V. In Belize. None. No gun violence either. Hmmm.
My Lai. The Panther Answer.
Sep 25, 2012
Sep 25, 2012 at 2:35 PM UTC
Still today
Danang. Saigon.Tet.
Mi Lai. ** Chi min trail.
All and more on reverb
The unwinable in black body bags.
Dam.
Just like Cronkite's musdtache goimg on and on
Drafted into the wood chipper
The buzz saw. for what.
Then the embassy buggie.
Choppers listing into the sea.
Half baked. Blood on ground.
For what.
Visit Vietnam. A travelers paradise. Half price
now with great accomodations.
Cambodia too.for the price of one.
Kamir Red.
How many dead?
For what.
Jun 1, 2013
Jun 1, 2013 at 6:14 PM UTC
Am crying heena ji
Uparo meeh pe reha
uparo gaane ewe de lage hoye ne
sala sab kuch yaad ayi janda
te u nu apne kol na dekh ke
jaan nikli ja rahi
kai dina to me jaan buj ke nai c likh reha kuj
but aj control nai hoea
life pata nai ki ban ke reh *** he
ewe lagda jiwe kuch matlb hi nai he is life da
office jao, ghar aao. Ghar wali naal bi dil ni krda chal nal gal karan da
even oh bi ro lai, ki tuci menu pyar nai krde
oh is krke roi ki usnu lagda kite me chad na dawa us nu thuhade krde
usnu thuhade to bada dar lagda he
thuhade naam to bada dar lagda he
but me fas gea ha
parso sari raat roi gea me.
ghar wali us time so rahi c
menu pata oh raat kiwe langi meri
*** koi value hi nai rakhda ***
bilkul dil nai krda
sala mausam ewe da ban gea ki
rona a gea
Thuhade husband nal dekhea c u nu.
Soh lage, maran da dil kar reha c.
dil kr reha c ki gaddi mara kite le jake
fer tuci 7 phase wali market chale gaye
uthe tuci mehndi lagwai
te me uthi wait kr reha c thuhadi
sach kaha me has jarur reha c
but andro ro reha c
thuhanu dikhana nai c chanda ki
me thuhanu dekh lea he
menu nai pata ki tuci menu dekhea ya nai
but mera koi motive nai c apni shakal
dikhan da thuhanu
Le lao badle heena ji
chup reh ke jeena bada okha he
me bi dekhda ha kinni der
chup beth sakde ** tuci
kinni patients he thuhade wich
me bi dekha.
May 8, 2018
May 8, 2018 at 5:57 AM UTC
Oo panchhi le jaa meri chitti us jahan mein,
Jaha rakha hai meri maa ko us uparwale ne.
Pahuchana mera ye paigaam un dono khuda ko,
Ek meri maa jo jaan se pyaari hai mujhko.
Aur ek bhagwaan ko jinhone meri jaan apne pass bula li,
Meri maa unke pass hain wo bhi ** gye bhagyashaali.
Shukriya hai maa aapka jo aapne un ishwar se keh ke,
Aapke jaisi parwaah karne wala bhej diya zindagi mein.
Humari zindagi mein aake zindagi bn gye hain wo khuda ka farishta,
Dil se dil ka rooh se rooh ka hai unse ye khubsurat rishta.
Behad khushnaseeb hai aapki beti jo mila aisa jeevan saathi,
Wo mile tou in dadhkano ko jeene ki wajah mili.
Apni rehmat humesha banaye rehna,
Unhe har pal mehfooz rakhna.
Unki khushi se barkaraar hai humari khushi,
Unka mukhda tou hai misaal saadgi ki.
Dil hai unka pavan pavitra jaise ** sacche dil se bhakti,
Unke saamne sajda kar lu tou ** jayegi ibadat -e- bandagi.
Kayenaat bhi feeki lage unki rooh ki khubsurti ke saamne,
Badi hi fursat se tarasha hai unhe us khuda ne.
Wo mil gye sab kuch mil gayaab kuch nahi chahiye,
Oo panchhi udd ja lai jaa meri ye chitthiye.
Nov 13, 2019
Nov 13, 2019 at 2:15 AM UTC
Dear State Counsellor.
Once I saw you as an icon of morality.
A bastion of hope.
A ‘dancing peacock’ in a troubled world.
Some called you the ‘midwife of democracy’.
Others an ‘Oxford housewife’,
a peacock ready to show its eyes.
But now….
The Children, babies, women and men of the Rohingya
are butchered, ***** and murdered by your
soldiers as you read poetry to children.
And the rest of the world stands by waiting for
the Norwegians to take away your Nobel Peace Prize.
Another sense of justice, lost again.
The working hands of the Muslim men in Rakhine
are tied by the Buddhists, the lovers of peace.
Their guns gleaming and your army standing by.
“It wasn’t us” say the Generals
“It was the Buddhists”.
But of course we have seen this before.
At Srebrenica, Nanking, My Lai and Auschwitz,
until the gas came.
And the world stands by.
Another failure, another genocide.
Now, as your military load the death carts
and bury mothers next to their children.
The Buddhists place flowers on the mass graves.
And I call for you and your ‘men’
to be accountable for those burnt by the sun.
Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 9:18 PM UTC
Mozart,
Shakespeare,
Picasso.
Auschwitz,
Hiroshima,
My Lai.
Two sides;
one culture.
*"Everybody's shouting,
which side are you on?"*
mce
Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 10:02 PM UTC
Ai Zindagi
Mujh Sai Khafaa Na Hauna |
Bas Thoda Sa Bhataak Gaya Hu
Yeh Lambhi Rahau Mai.
Kabhi Idhaar Chalaa
Tau Kabhi Udhaar
Mili Tau Bas Jalaan Aur Nafraat.
Kabhie Mithi Kanjaar Sai Vaar
Tau Kabhi Jhoota Sa Woh Pyaar.
Aab Jald Mai Wapaas Aa Raha Hu.
Khuch Aur Waq Intezaar Kar lai Tu.
Aug 7, 2019
Aug 7, 2019 at 12:33 PM UTC
two hundred years ago
or so
this title might have read
"America", etc.,
according to the myth
that then was strong
and still exotic
and promising to aliens
with no experience
today, after Wounded Knee, the Trail of Tears,
the Civil War, the Restoration, all the lynchings,
after Vietnam, Grenada, Panama, Nicaragua,
the Gulf, Iraq, Afghanistan,Lybia, Syria & cetera,
Ferguson, Baltimore, & cetera,
"America" has disappeared
it has, in fact, become quite evident
that to subsume the continent
on the far side
of the Atlantic or Pacific
with this name
will do no more
in truth, it rarely ever did
the mythic notion
of a just and free society
was definitely buried at My Lai,
Panama City, on the desert plains
of Kurdistan, the Baghdad prisons,
and Guantanamo
by racist violence & arrogance
and pitiful ideas of white supremacy
the usa today lies bare
of the old promise of 'America'
street people, rampant fundamentalists,
drugs, and low employment rates,
in a society that longs
despite its cherished myth
of tough but honest competition
for holy war in order to rebuild with profit
what it has destroyed with arms
that, to all evidence, cares not
a penny's worth for
the unbuildable
which never shows in the domestic census
or for the lives of others but their own brave boys
preferably white
who have in recent years
though with increasing discomfort
upon appointment by their country's presidents
achieved the dreary fame
of bombing back into the stone age
distant lands that had
just barely begun
to make it out from there
* * *
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 3:13 PM UTC
Something is wrong with my brain
What are we doing?
I think I'm dying
I'm dying
I'm going to die
Am I going to die?
What are we doing?
I'm scared
I don't feel well
-Chu
Dec 11, 2016
Dec 11, 2016 at 4:02 PM UTC
akhiyan taras gaiyan
Ve tainu vekhan nu
Mera fukke kaalja ve
Teri galwakdi nu
Khaure kehre des geya
Jitho ve murhda nahi
Aardassa karda
Nitt peer manauna aa
Tere deedar di taang rehndi
he menu majajne
pata nai kithe kho gaye ** tuci
pata nai kithe chale gaye ** tuci
har pase thuhanu labda rehnda ha
har choore wali nu eh soch ke dekhda ha
ki shyad thuhada chehra dekhan nu mil jawe
par sirf iko cheez mildi he
mayuusi
menu pata *** thuhanu
koi farak nai penda mere to
menu eh bi pata ki *** thuhanu
mere mare te bi koi fark ni pena
dukh hi sale ewe de dite ne me
par me sach kaha
thuhade samne ni anda ***
bus jo bi he
ethe likhda rahunga
shyad kade thuhanu read karn da time mil jawe
sala likhde likhde akhan wich paani a gea
ena jajbati pata nai kad to ban gea me
but eh agg bujan nai deni me kade
eh tadap kade mukkan nai deni me kade
thuhuhanu hasda dekhan lai
thuhade samne bi na awanga me
kush reho te ghar basao apna
te us bande nu bi kush rakheo
jide naal *** ** tuci
Mar 26, 2018
Mar 26, 2018 at 8:41 AM UTC
Finally, that we may be all at once all at once, when the coil is unwound and exhausted and begins to cool
And the corneal fillaments glaze into placid glass marble lakes, reflecting the small spurn of the world they held
That our soul should be upwelled
To the lapping stones of Valhalla, to be arisen by great arms and carried to our tableplace
To jest eternally of the great disgrace...
And woe of our whales, lost long afar
And the men who hunted them incessant
Pleasently warmed and vibrating with the humming mumble of the upper yards,
Worn travellers return to tired halls.
And sing,
"Hei do Yey-- be come what may,
High winter hünde beheld at bay
And Yeh they feed in rare reprieve
On souls of such we will not say.
Hei do lum-- what will be done,
What valor hark thy martyrdom
Upon thine breaths and storied crests
Upon thy tomb, thy charter won
Hei do ill, ye sum thy will
To heed thy lands upon the hill
Down back from whence thy kingdom lent
The battle-horn, heard she so shrill"
And I confessed,
"HEI DO LAI, TO WHICH I CRY,
MY CITY SLEEPS BELOW THE SKIES
AND DOES NOT SEEK TO SEE MY FEET,
OR EVERMORE AFFIX MY EYES."
Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 7:49 PM UTC
Holy Spirit,
Tell Me what You Know
Today is a day of Miracles, according to Hafiz
And instead, I ask you for the listening Wisdom..
How can a friend, cherished and adored
be the knife that Mark Anthony sees,
the Hand inside the Soul of Brutus..
How?
All the world seeks the cure of single mindedness
the effects of cancer, Aids, Ebola
and yet does nothing to acknowledge the Word of Welcome held within them
There is more mystery here than could ever be in the fuel of a Rocket
Can You Hear the Pleasure of the Earth Rejoicing for Its Victory of Faith?
I can… It’s Beautiful.
And yet it was called single mindedness for many years
as She sat alone and cried for the destruction of her Being..
Even then the community rampage of the Sovereign Greed did not stop.
Witnessed by All, Ignored TRUTH of the Condemning ReBalancing
Have we given Up the Gift that Truth in Accusation Brings?
From Maraschino to My Lai Trial, you are just God’s Witnessing…….
Violence held, within the Intention of Pure Goodness
Your Devoted Presence is a Peace filled World
Cal Anderson, I always wondered as to your medal.
shall I call you Osiris ???
Thinking it undeserved,
I now hammer at the forge of my own being
and with apology, call you grateful LIFE
More than a victory of deserving,
Love's acknowledgement of Steadfast Being...
Life’s right to Justice on Her terms, not ours
Peace Holy Spirt.
for the Victory,
You are ONE.
Grace in Blessing
And So It Is.
Nov 20, 2015
Nov 20, 2015 at 8:08 AM UTC
Charred remains, of jungle burned:
Fire steeped, laotian leaves.
Who we lost, in what we earned;
For the love of ******
Of sweet release.
Korean craters, Mexican invaders, &
The Boxer rebellion.
The sinking of Maine, the panamanian strait;
Meuse–Argonne, inherent freedom
Is there a place, for the peaceable to congregate?
Versailles, Geneva, Nuremberg, Tokyo.
What point to rules are made,
When no one follows them.
Bagram, Mai Lai, Tiananmen, the Chechen genocide
Is it merely in our nature;
To fight, and argue, divide?
We can conquer, but can we conquer
The lust that is
The love of tribe
Jun 21, 2023
Jun 21, 2023 at 6:43 PM UTC
*(Children in unison)
I pledge of allegiance to the flag
of the united states of america,
and to the republic for which it stands;
One nation, under god, indivisible,
with liberty and justice for all.*
Hey! Hey son!
Here, have a beer.
I hear there's not much to drink
but have no fear!
This is for your country
You were born to be here
And tomorrow, oh tomorrow..
You'll go
Hey Ma'!
There's plenty of beer,
and too many women to count.
We've got cheap herb and opiates
But have no fear!
There's plenty of needles here!
and tomorrow, oh tomorrow..
Lt. Calley claims the rain will drown our sorrows
Hey! Hey son!
Here, have a beer.
I hear there's not much to drink
and the drugs are really cheap!
But this is for your country
and tomorrow, oh tomorrow..
You'll go..
Be a hero!
Hey Ma'!
Today I shot a boy.
We set the village ablaze
gunned the innocent
tortured the children
and I helped to hold the girl down
and those..
those heroes ***** her
and they asked me
the-they said
"them zipperheads ain't nothin'
they deserve this! And you!
You sonny boy well I'm sure a fine time
with this young dime gon' do ya' just right!"
And hey Ma',
don't be disappointed in me
but I was wrong..
I was..
I'm not strong!
I'm no **** hero!
Ma', I'm comin home from My Lai
cuz' the guns and drugs ain't too far from my way
the women still get treated like dirt,
and the felons and murderers and predators walk away
as the man who stood innocent lending a hand for help takes the blame
and he gets a life sentence because he couldn't walk away!
I'm no hero!
And the man is the devil!
And hey ma',
I'm comin' home
you'll see me no more
cuz' the boy you raised
has too much shame
But Ma',
Don't tellem' what I'd done..
I was a good man, an honorable one!
But Ma', don't tell no one..
Don't tellem' what I'd done..
(shots fired)
Sep 4, 2013
Sep 4, 2013 at 9:55 AM UTC
There was a day,
When,
Water is flowing across hills to the valley
With the water, wave of sound is scrolling
melody of song and dance
Sprawl from hills to plains
everything glint up
‘Hoi la lia.... hoi la lai ..... ‘!
Rivers said to its people
In the hills “Barat’ is going on
Their women are determined to safe their nature and children!
Winds are blowing
From valley to the hills
In the wintery evening
Everything drenched by the aroma of new rice
The winds also carry the hum of ‘Mai Pathala’
Hills said to its people
Their young men are processing harvested paddy!
Now?
“Only sterile hills are there
Only sluggish waters are there”
People?
They are weeping around
for land, water and food.
Dec 21, 2014
Dec 21, 2014 at 5:17 AM UTC
With you by my side
Let's go for a ride
Today
There's nothing to hide
We're going outside
To play
Don't tell me you lied
Just say that you tried
I'll stay
Jun 11, 2010
Jun 11, 2010 at 5:29 AM UTC
So frightful beautiful harridan
your extended & startling tongue
red rapturous rolling eyes
dark, dark skin,
sword, sickle & trident
already stained,
dripping ...
& lapped by the dogs
at your Divine feet.
Around your neck
glazed eyed
silent,
threaded, beaded
blank faced,
your victims skulls,
surprised no doubt,
at your swiftness,
caught in mid-flight
in activities bold
& terrible.
Lieutenant William Calley,
Captain Ernest Medina,
Lieutenant Frank Barker,
So, so many from Charlie Company
guilty on that fateful day
in My Lai 4
South Vietnam
March 16
1968.
Mar 26, 2017
Mar 26, 2017 at 9:57 PM UTC