Ontology | Cattail Jester
Same beneath the skin
Above it
Same thoughts, emotions
Shared fears
Spoken in different languages
Expressed in unfamiliar terms
Eyes the same
Heart the same
Same being.
humanity poems
Enfant Terrible | Baris Semerci
central heating on
the thunders getting closer
enfant terrible
sympathy for human race
from a long distance away
More at https://twitter.com/hwl76/status/1051060097026265089.
Meaning of Existence | Saarthak Haldar
Having an inquisitive nature
Running behind, finding unsolvable answers.
“What is the meaning of existence?” once my own mind asked.
I tried, but my imagination had reached an impasse.
It’s a universal mystery
No one found answer, satisfactory.
Even the greatest knows not the real reason.
No one in the world got that vision.
Whether our creation intentional
Or the creation was accidental.
Was there any purpose of our creation
Or just occurred without any reason.
Does first seeds of life, emerged on earth.
Or from heavenly bodies, first life took birth.
Will this question be ever answered?
Or will be buried, remain unanswered?
As, the fascination of this question is just abiding,
So, in its thought, i am always residing.
Maybe answered one day, by someone’s insight and endeavour.
Or maybe, will stay a mystery forever.
More at https://poetriesonreality.home.blog/.
Pity Pity Pity | Mantri Pragada Markandeyulu
Pity, Pity, We Feel Sorry
I see East, Each Time Tsunami
View at West, Every Time Quake
I Am Against War and Bomb
Pity, Pity, Pity, We Are Worried
I Appeal Rulers, To Get People Peace
Don’t Go For War, People Loose Life
Pity, Pity, Pity, No War, No War
No, No, No, War Crimes No
Yes, Yes, Yes, Peace Accord Best
Pity, Pity, Pity, We are Afraid
I and You Feel, Need of the Hour
Food and Shelter, Foremost Talk
Pity, Pity, Pity, Children are Pretty
Adopt, Adopt, We will Adopt Village
Develop and Develop, Village People Develop.
Pity, Pity, Pity, Villages Are Pretty
Each is Great, Who Work for Peace
Great and Great, Mankind is Great.
Pity, Pity, Pity, We are all Pretty
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah,
Ku, Ku, Koo
Happy and Happy, Everybody be Happy
Pity, Pity, Pity, We be Pretty
More at https://markumantri.wordpress.com/.
Blanket | John Baverstock
The boy was surrounded by the gang,
One looked straight into his eyes,
Then asked are you frightened man?
The boy who was black,
His eyes had fear written all over them,
Though he was never going to say yes to the question,
He had been subject to name calling and being bullied,
Throughout his short life,
Once being threatened by the gang wielding a knife,
Fear was relatively all he had ever known,
This because of his skin colour and its tone,
An onlooker rushed over and came to the boy’s aid,
The gang backed off, they could tell he was afraid,
What’s up with you lot? the onlooker said,
What has this boy done to you?
Why are you surrounding him?
You should be ashamed of yourselves,
Persecuting someone because of their colour of their skin,
Inside we are all the same,
We all have hearts, we all have lungs,
We breathe the same,
That is because we are the same,
You need to understand your shame,
Our skin is merely a blanket,
That is wrapped around our frame,
Inside we are the same…
That is because we are the same…
Pandemic | Jubshaw
Everyone is worried more and more
A deadly virus is on the loose
It has invaded the USA from shore to shore
Millions of germ cells have been introduced
Social distancing is a new concept
We all have to embrace these days
People need time to process it
All the hand-washing really will pay
It seems that oldsters are the most in need
As they can’t easily fight this virus dread
As well as the younger people indeed
It seems many hard days lay ahead
Schools are closing their doors earlier
Then they had ever planned to do
Also restaurants and department stores
Are shuttered up to stop this flu
It is hoped that we all can strive
To treat each other with care
In a few months we all hope to arrive
At the end of this pandemic scare
Let’s all lift our hands and hearts together
And pray that we soon will be free
And hope our economy will weather
This awful disaster from sea to sea
Let’s join hands to help our brothers
The homeless and destitute in many lands
Refugees and kids without mothers
Living in tents on hot desert sands
Importance | Krushna Chandra Mishra
When in all earnest
and with perceived grace,
in subtle ways fighting odds
that separate us,
we have to decide
how best we must come close
to let the wide world realise
it is impossible to keep us
away from the importance
that is our due since, in resolve
firm and solid, there in us, there
is that stuff pure and bright
that can’t see us lying separated
and thus should unite us in that
bond, bound up in which everyone
gathers grace, greatness and grandeur.