In sealed box cars travel
names across the land,
and how far they will travel so,
and will they ever get out,
don't ask, I won't say, I don't know.
The name Nathan strikes fist against wall,
the name Isaac, demented, sings,
the name Sarah calls out for water for
the name Aaron that's dying of thirst.
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I come from a musical place
Where they shoot me for my song
And my brother has been tortured
By my brother in my land.
I come from a beautiful place
Where they hate my shade of skin
They don't like the way I pray
And they ban free poetry.
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I
1 Our brains ache, in the merciless iced east winds that knife us ...
2 Wearied we keep awake because the night is silent ...
3 Low drooping flares confuse our memory of the salient ...
4 Worried by silence, sentries whisper, curious, nervous,
5 But nothing happens.
6 Watching, we hear the mad gusts tugging on the wire.
7 Like twitching agonies of men among its brambles.
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And when, in the city in which I love you,
even my most excellent song goes unanswered,
andI mount the scabbed streets,
the long shouts of avenues,
and tunnel sunken night in search of you...
That I negotiate fog, bituminous
rain rining like teeth into the beggar's tin,
or two men jackaling a third in some alley
weirdly lit by a couch on fire, that I
......
I am waiting for my case to come up
and I am waiting
for a rebirth of wonder
and I am waiting
for someone to really discover America
and wail
and I am waiting
for the discovery
of a new symbolic western frontier
and I am waiting
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I had always loved being near deep-sea water, and I was never too far away,
As the beauty of fresher tomorrow, is but mystic hours from prevalent today.
I enjoyed swimming and boating and surfing, and even walking in light rain,
Like aromatic blooms, shrubs and thirsty trees, with no reasons to complain.
I lived in a sun washed house of the noon, always waiting for a pearly moon,
After an introspective pause at maroon twilight, when birds sang their tunes.
I had two pets-a cat and a rabbit, and they loved frisking in the grassy yard,
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A little bird sings out in the rain,
Fully, deeply, it has much to say,
The sky is crying,
Neither with joy nor sorrow,
And the bird keeps singing
A song of tomorrow
A bird is singing,
It has lots to say,
......
The rain did some partiality
In some states was kind,
and in some was cruelty.
some got the worst drought-hit
and some were provided the deluge.
some people yearned for the drop,
and some were provided an amount huge.
The rainfall going down
even the rainforest got hit,
in people's minds, the reason still isn't fit.
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Tanhai chipi hai fiza me
aur raat magan hai
Tap rahi hai zameen
aur khamosh gagan hai
Aankh lagi par neend mein bhi
sukoon na aaya
ladte rahe zindagi tujhse par
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A fresh green spread,
soaking up the orange hues.
Tiny roads that lead to the horizon,
small beautiful homes,
in the middle of green haven.
Low hanging, angry clouds
their knives sharpened,
threatening dread.
Oh!my heart,
fears the impending downpour,
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