Society Poems
In One City
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
I know a funeral when I walk into one
I can tell between a funeral and a burial
They are two entirely different artworks
One is done on grand canvas, with drunken strokes
Of sashaying brush and bleeding paints;
The other is done on mere sand, with foot and hand,
Forming sandcastles built by toddlers.
I know too well because I have my senses
Intact after the last funeral I attended on a gambolling coast.
I should know because I participated in the burial of a
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kill the moon
by Rumi Ullidov
Kill the moon
No sea shall rise again, torture of the land
No howling wolf shall disturb the night
No mourning for the lost souls, forgotten and never found
No sorrow for the lost love, no regrets
Kill the moon
To rise, to seize the moment
In joy to smile
And then in hysteria
Laugh
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When You Trust Someone
by Md. Kausar Uddin Ahmed
When you trust someone
Without keeping one foot outside the door,
Without second-guessing their words,
Without building a backup plan,
You’re not being foolish.
You’re being real.
Because real trust
Doesn’t wear armour.
It doesn’t carry doubt in its pocket.
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Stand Like A Tree
by Md. Kausar Uddin Ahmed
If you stand for a reason,
Be ready to stand alone.
Like a tree,
Rooted deep,
Even when the wind mocks,
Even when the birds leave,
Even when shadows grow longer
And the soil beneath you turns cold.
Because truth
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Juxtaposition
by Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar
Sinners are always mentally stronger
While the strong turn mostly sinners.
Secular forces are the communal pawns
Violence and conflicts are social sores.
Women boldly flaunt their macho look
While men show their feme demeanors.
Most of the rich are poor by their heart
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I Confess to a Certain Winter Night
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
The ceremony does not begin until
We hear the silent splattering of the
Snowflakes upon the shuttered mildewed
Windows lined under the haggard trees—
And by then,
The Mary Tyler Moore Show must have
Ended as fast as it had begun —
Behind the faces of muted clocks that
Tick and drop frozen nuts on the carapaces of
Slow-protesting tortoises on broad-day-light
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Lunatics
by Lokenath Roy
albeit- you have deceived me
while- the candles at the end of the hall burn on black fumes; rising
notwithstanding- the graveyard which no one shall weep for
howbeit- a leg steps forward; an empire turns the screw
inside- a mind brimming with colours
closets- filled with crockeries wrapped in black glitter
jacket collars- washed off blood stains; it begins.
timed- the bedside receiver rings
gongs- like a distant radio rambling in an empty house
signed- with the guarantee of lying lips
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I Am Disorder
by Md. Kausar Uddin Ahmed
My mother had a stroke,
I came late for my exam.
They said I can’t sit.
Why?
Rules.
A hundred children burned alive,
Bodies shattered under a falling jet.
The whole nation is crying,
Silent in shock, kneeling in prayer.
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Anti-Social
by Md. Kausar Uddin Ahmed
Some people talk less.
That doesn’t mean
They hate people.
They just have
A low tolerance
For drama,
For shouting over tea,
For people who think
Loudness equals truth.
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Stand Like A Tree
by Md. Kausar Uddin Ahmed
If you stand for a reason,
Be ready to stand alone.
Like a tree,
Rooted deep,
Even when the wind mocks,
Even when the birds leave,
Even when shadows grow longer
And the soil beneath you turns cold.
Because truth
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