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Renovation of Heart | P.K. Deb - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

Renovation of Heart | P.K. Deb

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A feeling of reformation inspires me
To clean and embellish my heart
With all the measures of universal beauty
And with a cleanliness-– free of dirt.

Accordingly, a critic is tolerated,
Who sneers his nose at my dirt and me
Which my greed blissfully collected,
Hence I sweep them out immediately.

Hereafter, a teacher is solicited,
Who offers me luminous erudition,
The dark mind is to be illuminated
Hence, I decorate my heart with illumination.

Enthusiastically, I hint to my lover,
Who fills my heart with solar colours
And desires my colourful love for her
So I paint the hearts of mine and hers.

Sweeping, embellishing and painting the heart,
Reform and rejuvenate it to remove mud.
We ought to be the followers of good art
To enable the heart to love and be loved.

Where's My Sun | Ken Allan Dronsfield - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

Where's My Sun | Ken Allan Dronsfield

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I haven’t seen the sun
for at least seven days.
Lost above the clouds
through a darkening,
ominous wretched haze.
It used to shine so bright
in the sky so very high.
Even the seas are now
gray and whisper, ‘Why
has the Sun bid us bye?’
The weatherman says
she will return, when
one day slowly passes.
But still she’s gone, so
I sit here on the rocks,
crying with the masses.

Parental Yoke | Rising-of-the-Sun - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

Parental Yoke | Rising-of-the-Sun

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O what a tangled web weaved over me.
Breeding no lines halcyon luring indecipherable scrawls.
O scrabbled pinched of error baffling my steps.
“foggy cloud are near”.
O mirror…. through which we see.
Modelling of flowers can be restricted from growing an inch.
Thy vehicle transported us, hold no string of faring us.
Sprouting away heavy blasts and tromping matchs.
“Hold not our decision when it’s ripe”
Imposition of all on us though it satisfy us not.
Don’t strangle us out our breathe.
Teach us when you ought to.
Chastise us when ought to but don’t deprive us to prove ourselves.
Don’t suffer us our inert nutrients.
Pave us a way to prove ourselves…. “for the air train butterfly to fly and hold them not off high”.
Coach over us like forward drawing our gap thinless.
Don’t force our legs to kick after tender dance of ourselves.
Watch us like a coach don’t live our life like your own.
Tender heart can grow large if you tend to teach us.
Give us time to prove ourselves from what we’ve learnt.
Hold us not…

Peace | Chrispan wa mo Afrika - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

Peace | Chrispan wa mo Afrika

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Peace is not the absence of war,
It is not the absence of heartaches,
Not the deafeter of hate and cater of love,
But the caterer of hate and conquerer of love,
Not the devourer of wickedness,
Not even the victor of uncertainity,
It is merely much deeper than all those,
Peace is larger than life,
It’s a goddess, it needs love and hate,
To dine together as companions,
And then, Unhappiness would be more common
Than happiness, that would be peace.

Remains | Krushna Chandra Mishra - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

Remains | Krushna Chandra Mishra

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What remains of their labour
Once they are paid the wages?
What remains of the meagre wages
Once in the pubs they are paid?
What from the pubs do they get for themselves
And their poor family members remaining
Waiting for their return home for happy
Times and seasons afterwards, once in passion
In ignorance and troubled minds they move pub-ward
Instead of taking easy smooth fast footsteps back home,
Where life remains to be passionately attended to in
Sweet laughter, pleasant exchanges and merry meetings?
Only the sad remains of their untold lives lay around in this
Graveyard, where they lie deeply asleep as if to get up some
Auspicious morning to return the day’s happy greetings they
Used to have after every evening they squandered their wages
To pubs and gambling and returned home empty-handed with
Hearts full of remorse for the love they wished to be worthy of at
home.

Kindness | Krushna Chandra Mishra - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

Kindness | Krushna Chandra Mishra

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Kindness is in unkind ways
A service to people who, in need,
Follow the path of thorns when,
At the end of it, they are given
To see roses all red and laughing.
Ask those who at least once in life
Have been victims of kindness, of
People of image and power whose
Blessings people do not know, take
No time to turn into curses unbearable
Despite the grateful people who, even in trouble,
Hesitate to tarnish the great name that once
Had so magnetically drawn them to people
In good times, when dreaming of more for
Less labour and honesty, people had wanted to
Climb to the sky holding the elephant’s tail.
Embarrassment of kind acts makes them hide
Their faces with their palms, when tear drops
Trickle down in endless streams unheeding the
Prevention posed by the hands or the hanky,
And that tells why it is at times good to
Beware of kind people and their acts that
Touch us to the depths of our hearts in ways
That discourses of kind acts have never found
Useful to cover or uncover for the service of the
Poor and the needy and the hapless and the lost.

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