Sheath
Compressed is the thoughts
-head, balloon with Helium
I swing like the one
-that sister swung on
-tied to bough of tree
-the old, big, mulberry's
In times fight racism
-go against all isms
In times feel nationalist
-need a name to call me
Hardly use religion
-though I must, is truth
With dad's dad, ancestors
-having had prophet
-Zoroaster
Teaching his followers
-to think, mean, and do good
-proudly I confirm
-this is how life should be
But time of Sassanids
-proved that faith's leaders
-the Magi, was corrupt
-the word and the action had differed
-Magi was nothing but abuser
Such doing turned people to rebel
-some went to Mohammad
-the Arab-Prophet, who later…
Strange could have been Uniting
-with Arabs who were seen
- "Living life of Nomads
-in deserts with camels
-and eating the locust and lizards…"
Such view is seen well in poems
-is detailed when comes to complain:
"Ouch, ouch, and spits
-on face of this life, bitch
-when eaters of lizard, camel's milk
-aim to have the crown of purest, Greats…"
Another:
"While Arab in desert eats locust
-cold water has dog of Esfahan…"
With these all in my head
-I feel like walking under balloon
-which is filled with Helium
-banging walls on the sides
-I try to do best; must remain neutral
-heart and mind demand love for mankind
-colourless, genderless, no class
So, ear each advice
-when is wise.
I recall reading once
-the words of Abuzar
- (An ally of the late prophet,
-Mohammad…) :
- "Hungry you are and your swords rest?
-in their sheaths? ? ? "
This is what I can find in words of
-Late Karl Marx, also Che Guevara's
Open eye to Yemen of today; tell Riyadh
-to hear that warning and advice
-on what is being done…closing the borders
-killing the poor nation with hunger…
It is time for the swords to come out
-using gun, any tool, even bomb-suicide
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I try to do best; must remain neutral -heart and mind demand love for mankind -colourless, genderless, no class... Compassion for the mankind dazzles in the poem. It is time for the swords to come out -using gun, any tool, even bomb-suicide Wow, what a great theme you have worked upon! Loved to read thrice at a stretch. Great imagination, great passion for the well being of the human race. Thank you dear poet for the amazing poem. 10+++ for the poem, Regards. Subhas
Thank you, you are kind and great.