Strife Poems
Cries of the Country
by Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar
Beyond the crest
Of the peaceful land of ours,
Of love, compassion and humanity
Stares at us cruelly an untrusted masquerading face
With long red greening teeth, hands blood smeared
In their favourite back-stabbing game waged on since long
Unseen and unhidden from us, but exposed to global eyes.
The so called dogma
Of the people beyond, gone astray
......
Portrait of Ruin
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Stone walls have fallen,
Alongside them the foot-bridge
Over the silken, gleaming stream
Submerged by wailing soils,
Ancestral pillars bow to the
Pressures of aged boulders
Rain is betrayed by lightning,
And with potent razors sharper
......
Desert
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Lamentations alone cannot stop
the bleeding of the land at the ankles,
nor stop the tears of Deluge
Grief matters little in a prophesied
pogrom, for a general death is
not reckoned with evil —
And prophecies shall remain with rain
forty days and forty nights;
......
The antidote
by Patrick Price
This eerie sensation coursing
My veins tightening and pulsing
An icy grasp against my throat
Searching for the true antidote
Over and over, no result
Not a single soul to consult
Suffering alone in darkness
Searching in dreams of avarice
......
A boat in harbor is safe, but is built for the sea.
by Bastian Kraft
On high sea at night,
waves crash and tumble,
winds howl and rumble,
living is a hard fight.
One yearns for safe shore,
mind and muscle sore,
ever more wave crashing,
Poseidon wildly thrashing.
......
Desert
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Lamentations alone cannot stop
the bleeding of the land at the ankles,
nor stop the tears of Deluge
Grief matters little in a prophesied
pogrom, for a general death is
not reckoned with evil —
And prophecies shall remain with rain
forty days and forty nights;
......
Portrait of Ruin
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Stone walls have fallen,
Alongside them the foot-bridge
Over the silken, gleaming stream
Submerged by wailing soils,
Ancestral pillars bow to the
Pressures of aged boulders
Rain is betrayed by lightning,
And with potent razors sharper
......
A boat in harbor is safe, but is built for the sea.
by Bastian Kraft
On high sea at night,
waves crash and tumble,
winds howl and rumble,
living is a hard fight.
One yearns for safe shore,
mind and muscle sore,
ever more wave crashing,
Poseidon wildly thrashing.
......
Cries of the Country
by Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar
Beyond the crest
Of the peaceful land of ours,
Of love, compassion and humanity
Stares at us cruelly an untrusted masquerading face
With long red greening teeth, hands blood smeared
In their favourite back-stabbing game waged on since long
Unseen and unhidden from us, but exposed to global eyes.
The so called dogma
Of the people beyond, gone astray
......
Trial by Fire
by Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar
All steps grow thorns and thistles
Boulders lie hidden from the walking eyes;
Some throw them out with ease
While some fall down and writhe with cries.
Life is a testing trial by fire
Everybody must stride out of fear and tear;
Some see black in blues and reds
While some go green and grin far and near.
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