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An anxiety

Eagerness to know
It is not something to throw
It may augment the nice flow
Very helpful for person to grow

It is anxiety to know more and more
It is an opportunity to dig and explore
It is good quality not to condemn but adore
Reject bad and good things to store

It is natural tendency
It has same wave length and frequency
We may be condemned for poor show
If we fail to prove or challenge to throw

How the world progresses in right direction?
How all the deficiencies are removed with corrective action?
It is all because of continuous thrust to know something more
It has to be taken as positive sign and to be pursued therefore

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Hunter And Dog

The Hunter.

The man who crosses the field carries his shotgun
tucked into his left arm. In his belt five rabbits hang.
This is not a hobby hunter in camouflage outfit,
but a mall time farmer who uses the wildlife to
augment his meager income… his dog that has been
walking at heel runs in front of him, barks, and up
from the tall, dry grass a rabbit springs a shot and
now he has six rabbits hanging from his belt….
He will sell his catch later at a hotel or restaurant.
The man who crossed field, his face is naturally dark,
by years spent outdoors, walks into a landscape of
trees and bushes and disappears from view.

poem by Oskar Hansen
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Sonnet 83: Good, Brother Philip

Good, brother Philip, I have borne you long.
I was content you should in favor creep,
While craftily you seem'd your cut to keep,
As though that fair soft hand did you great wrong.

I bare (with envy) yet I bare your song,
When in her neck you did love ditties peep;
Nay, more fool I, oft suffer'd you to sleep
In lilies' nest, where Love's self lies along.

What, doth high place ambitious thoughts augment?
Is sauciness reward of courtesy?
Cannot such grace your silly self content,

But you must needs with those lips billing be?
And through those lips drink nectar from that tongue?
Leave that, Sir Phip, lest off your neck be wrung.

poem by Philip Sidney
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A War Between Polyandry and Polygamy

I don’t want wars between the nations
As they have hidden bombs to hurl.
They have groups of spies and quislings
to augment the animosity for wreaking havoc.
The soldiers loot the gold of women and then shoot.

I don’t want the animals to fight with each other.
To let out their ire, they come down to plains
They devastate the crops and kill the innocent men.
The animals wild don’t want to call a truce,
though our Vets conduct camps to assuage their rage.

If a war breaks out between the polyandrous women
and the men who practise polygamy,
only brooms and slippers will be whirling.
Before they draw out the swords from the sheaths
or load the guns to shoot, they will reach a compromise
and add one more wife or hubby to their account.

poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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When comes the season

The remains of the sky a-float
That which untrodden under earth engulf
A lurch of hope at least at call beckon
To this day rise on comfy facade of the sun
And bestow breath to the wounded twigs
The meadows shall again be tinted
The tree's pelt shall be chameleon-ed
By the augment of the sky
And the jade leafs shall to the tyrant boss sing the unsung melancholy
What have we against nature?
When farmers leap to glimpse backward on their tomorrows
Weary souls
Personification of dearth
Rhyming lullaby at the twilight
As if the sun to slumber evermore.

The deluge
At which our chattels cart
To divulge poor earth's wretchedness
And then as of the corridors of our essence

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poem by Folayemi Akande
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Where am I?

It was a pathetic evening
Back from a busy day
In a cold cubicle of white spreads
I settle under a white quilt
Pale and hungry...
If i wanted to break from
My aloneness, i just needed
to make a call...
'hello, reception, ' pronounced
A trained voice...
I cradle the phone
I didn't want to hear groomed voices
They're so alike and lifeless
Enough to augment the aloneness
But why the hell should i...?
The pathos of the evening
Creaked in my joints
The pair of footwear in a lonesome corner
waited for my touch...
Out in a city of clamour

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poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Consolation. (To M. Duperrier, Gentleman Of Aix In Provence, On The Death Of His Daughter)

Will then, Duperrier, thy sorrow be eternal?
And shall the sad discourse
Whispered within thy heart, by tenderness paternal,
Only augment its force?

Thy daughter's mournful fate, into the tomb descending
By death's frequented ways,
Has it become to thee a labyrinth never ending,
Where thy lost reason strays?

I know the charms that made her youth a benediction:
Nor should I be content,
As a censorious friend, to solace thine affliction
By her disparagement.

But she was of the world, which fairest things exposes
To fates the most forlorn;
A rose, she too hath lived as long as live the roses,
The space of one brief morn.

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poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Bimetalism

Ben Bulger was a silver man,
Though not a mine had he:
He thought it were a noble plan
To make the coinage free.

'There hain't for years been sech a time,'
Said Ben to his bull pup,
'For biz-the country's broke and I'm
The hardest kind of up.

'The paper says that that's because
The silver coins is sea'ce,
And that the chaps which makes the laws
Puts gold ones in their place.

'They says them nations always be
Most prosperatin' where
The wolume of the currency
Ain't so disgustin' rare.'

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poem by Ambrose Bierce
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It Bothered Me

I saw a surveillance video
From a camera mounted on a public bus;
Two guys were having an augment,
But only one really wanted to fuss.

The evil guy continued to fuss.
He didn’t even know the good guys name;
He fussed and fussed and made fun,
To him it was like a game.

The good guy looked as if he wanted to leave,
That he could not believe this day;
But when he stood, to exit the bus.
The evil guy stood in his way.

The evil guy took out a knife;
That was concealed in his pocket.
All the passengers ran off the bus;
So fast, just like a rocket.

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poem by Phyllis Strong
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A holy war

Whole country woke up to a holy call
Young and old ready to die and scale a wall
No one thought of personal gain
The corruption was worry main

What did he think about India’s will?
People were out to destroy and kill
Popular waves strengthened his belief
The common men wanted relief

No authoritarian rule can last
The disintegration may be very fast
The country may break into pieces
If allowed to exist with so much misses

The revolution is sweeping across the globe
The corruption and laundering is needing probe
They will find no shelter on earth
They have to pay price with their death

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poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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