Struggle Poems
Silent Steps of Time
by Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar
Silent steps of Time
Tiptoe the path we tread,
Throughout our journey
From birth,
Childhood,
Youthfulness,
Old age till our death!
Each moment,
In every way,
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The Train of Freedom
by Khayelihle Bongiswa Gamedze
Just how far is the train of freedom from the discriminated son?
Just how far is the train of freedom from the black homeless child?
Just how far is the train of freedom from the disabled poet?
And just how far are the winds of change from a corrupted nation!?
Just how far is the train of freedom from the fields of Waterloo?
Just how far is the struggling warrior from the mountain top?
Just how long is 365 days 27 times behind bars, I mean,
Just how far is freedom from a lonely child at play?...
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A Roses’ Kiss
by B DEWITT
Born in spring.
Vibrantly coloured and as open as the flames of passion;
truly regaling as life’s lover.
And yet,
dead by winter.
Harsh to touch and as crimson
as blood.
Contained within is a blackened heart; shrivelled, old, withered, and weak.
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Railway Platform
by Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar
First, fast and fittest
Countless sperms crawl in the ovum
Of the pregnant platform;
They carry the large baggage
Of their responsibility
Trying to come into the crowded pits
Of chugging bogies
Or gliding out of suffocating air
To live alive, survive and stay proven
The first, the fast and the fittest.
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Men Are All Alike!
by Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar
So much loving and caring
He appears in the lights
Of his honorable and civilized life
But acts otherwise
In the dead deserted nights.
In darkness of artificial glamor
He turns into ruthless rustic,
Utterly abusive and deadly scary
Brandishing his muscled power forcibly.
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Time and Life are passing me by
by Author Reinvented
Time is moving so quickly
I'm falling behind,
I'm working so hard but
My life is passing me by,
My friends are all dating,
And one has got married
Two both have a baby
And a house they are sharing
And I -
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Appalachian Plight
by Joseph Fultz
Hey there young man with that shovel in your hand.
Did you ever think you'd wind up here.
Eyes made of glass digging at a rash hoping to conquer your fears.
But it's far to late it's been eight straight days since you've laid upon your bed.
As each night wanes the stakes are raised for death across these lands. Whispers of hate and judgement misplaced was enough to spark the flame.
Of murderous rage the crystal beget a fierce imperial reign. Tried not be swayed but conditions were made to infiltrate the state.
Just wait!
by Muskan Sharma
Just wait!
Just wait!
Wait for the right moment,
Life is struggle
Never ending struggle,
As long as there is life,
Till then there is struggle.
You too will definitely get,
which will be yours.
Just wait,
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तू इंतज़ार कर
by Muskan Sharma
तू इंतज़ार कर,
सही मौके का
इंतज़ार कर,
जीवन संघर्ष है
कभी ना ख़त्म होने वाला संघर्ष,
जब तक जीवन है ,
तब तक संघर्ष है।
तू भी ज़रूर पाएगा ,
जो तेरा होगा।
तू इंतज़ार कर
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Railway Platform
by Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar
First, fast and fittest
Countless sperms crawl in the ovum
Of the pregnant platform;
They carry the large baggage
Of their responsibility
Trying to come into the crowded pits
Of chugging bogies
Or gliding out of suffocating air
To live alive, survive and stay proven
The first, the fast and the fittest.
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