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  • syaahi_ka_sahitya075 1h

    भरोसा

    बहुत ही जटिल लोगो से घिरा हूँ,
    मगर हुए ये भी खुदकी नजरों में जलील बहुत है,
    हां भरोसा 2 दिन में खुदके साये पर नहीं होता,
    जो खुदके घरमें नहीं होता वो किराए पर नहीं होता,
    ©अजय पोद्दार 'अनमोल'
    ©syaahi_ka_sahitya075

  • madinah_writes 1h

    *A Struggle For Independence*



    If independence is achieved on a platter of gold,
    The institution of colonialism will remain forever it strong and old.

    Yet, we dream and follow promises complain their fake-interests.
    Everybody was creating the blames,
    Nobody was fixing the problems.


    Long Ago,
    In the African World.
    The old father's the young immediately after sunsets.
    It was time for storytelling.
    Time for entertainment and moral lesson.

    Grandma tell me this!
    Grandma tell me that!
    Grandma tell me why the tortoise have a rough, shelly back?
    Why is the dog a hunter's pet?
    And why is lion the king of the jungle?
    That was so much fun,
    The children would gather under the faint mango tree.
    Singing historical and cultural songs.
    Alo o! Aloooo!!
    Follows another set of mind blowing riddles.

    The children would rack their minds to answer grandma's questions.
    Brain cracking, riddle follows.
    Then, as I heard.
    Children would laugh to Grandma's stories and ask brainstorming questions.
    With words of wisdom where everyone could think by themselves.
    So I was told...

    And now, I'm growing.
    To what our life and living has become;
    Like a bird's empty nest, that was once filled with life.
    Now, I stare at the African life of nothingness.
    What I see is failed promises and bloodshed.
    End SARS now! A dark, starless world in silence.
    As the youth of today cry and seek for the best.
    Hoping for a future that like a fairytale, might never come.

    When the best is traded for selflessness.
    What are we doing?
    Where are we going?
    Who is our tomorrow?
    When today is full of sorrow.
    Are we getting wiser?
    When all we depend on is Google and the internet?
    Are we even blessed?
    When we await betterment from our so called leaders.
    Would there ever be a change or all these sufferings are permanent?
    Or have we forsaken the gods of the land?
    Which is which? I need to know.
    What is next, we need to think.
    Why is our tomorrow,
    Laying at the end of the brink?

    War of independence,
    Seen through it's eyes.
    That sees no transformation,
    All in the name of change.
    They change for the post of power that never satisfies them.
    The war of independence is war of death!

    Lasted with several years with thousand souls, dead.
    Dusted and forgotten.
    Women and children,
    Expecting genuine freedom from colonial rule!
    The independence they promised was not real, ungranted.
    Everyone was hungry to sit by the side of the power pot!

    The rich were getting richer and the poor, poorer.
    We were made as a stepping stones for the colonial masters. 
    Those days and still now.
    Independence turned out to be opposite,
    Corruption and injustice.



    ©Madinah_Writes




    #Blackpoetry #Freedom #EndSARS #mirakee #Miraquill #Acienttimes #Africa #Aficanworld #Writersnetwork #Africanstruggles #Independence #Thought #Emotional #sadpoems #reality #prose #writersbay #politics #power #democracy #Blackpoems

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    A Struggle For Independence

    If independence is achieved on a platter of gold,
    The institution of colonialism will remain forever it strong and old.

    Yet, we dream and follow promises complain their fake-interests.
    Everybody was creating the blames,
    Nobody was fixing the problems.

    Long Ago,
    In the African World.
    The old father's the young immediately after sunsets.
    It was time for storytelling.
    Time for entertainment and moral lesson.

    Grandma tell me this!
    Grandma tell me that!
    Grandma tell me why the tortoise have a rough, shelly back?
    Why is the dog a hunter's pet?
    And why is lion the king of the jungle?
    That was so much fun,
    The children would gather under the faint mango tree.
    Singing historical and cultural songs.
    Alo o! Aloooo!!
    Follows another set of mind blowing riddles.

    The children would rack their minds to answer grandma's questions.
    Brain cracking, riddle follows.
    Then, as I heard.
    Children would laugh to Grandma's stories and ask brainstorming questions.
    With words of wisdom where everyone could think by themselves.
    So I was told...

    And now, I'm growing.
    To what our life and living has become;
    Like a bird's empty nest, that was once filled with life.
    Now, I stare at the African life of nothingness.
    What I see is failed promises and bloodshed.
    End SARS now! A dark, starless world in silence.
    As the youth of today cry and seek for the best.
    Hoping for a future that like a fairytale, might never come.

    When the best is traded for selflessness.
    What are we doing?
    Where are we going?
    Who is our tomorrow?
    When today is full of sorrow.
    Are we getting wiser?
    When all we depend on is Google and the internet?
    Are we even blessed?
    When we await betterment from our so called leaders.
    Would there ever be a change or all these sufferings are permanent?
    Or have we forsaken the gods of the land?
    Which is which? I need to know.
    What is next, we need to think.
    Why is our tomorrow,
    Laying at the end of the brink?

    War of independence,
    Seen through it's eyes.
    That sees no transformation,
    All in the name of change.
    They change for the post of power that never satisfies them.
    The war of independence is war of death!

    Lasted with several years with thousand souls, dead.
    Dusted and forgotten.
    Women and children,
    Expecting genuine freedom from colonial rule!
    The independence they promised was not real, ungranted.
    Everyone was hungry to sit by the side of the power pot!

    The rich were getting richer and the poor, poorer.
    We were made as a stepping stones for the colonial masters. 
    Those days and still now.
    Independence turned out to be opposite,
    Corruption and injustice.
    ©madinah_writes

  • alfaazyunhi 4h

    उम्मिद है की वो रात जल्दी आये,
    और पलकें निंद को दावत दें,
    सुला देना चाहता हूं उन एहसासों को भी
    जिनमे तेरे होने का ज़िक्र आता है...!!!
    ©alfaazyunhi

  • maknhr 7h

    Beliefs and break
    is
    like water and life
    ©maknhr

  • gazisalim 14h

    Hopeless

    Hopelessness is a sin

    ©gazisalim

  • gazisalim 14h

    Dual physiognomy ( part 2)

    After perceiving all that I want to weep loudly
    Since I feel occasionally that I am so lonely

    I believe constantly that mankind are becoming greedy
    Indeed they neglect the word of humanity

    Say fib and assume like that we spoke truely
    This is the foremost indication of two fold personality
    ©gaazisalim @gaazizaid

  • uttkarsh_15 19h

    The clouds Knitted by Pink skyline,
    Move towards north,
    When reached ,
    Half sky divided by dark clouds ,
    The south sky starts getting darker,
    The moon lead the army of the nocturnals,
    The moon marked the onset of the night,
    The rise of the dark sky with cosmos.
    .
    .
    #sky #nature #night #thought #poetry @miraquill #pod #night #colors #clouds #dark #ceesreposts #prose

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    Sky

    .
    ©uttkarsh_15

  • gazisalim 22h

    Dual physiognomy (part 1)

    Nowadays,there are many twofold profile
    Having bane mindsets and forgery profile

    Infront of me they imitate like well wishers
    But behind on my backbone they are back bitters

    And, I am notable who is with me and who's not
    Even so, I am controlling my notions but actually not


    ©gazisalim

  • gazisalim 1d

    نا پووگی تم

    تم جو اوونگے تو مجھے نا۔ پاؤنگے۔ تم
    میری جگہ کسی اور کو بتا کیسے دے پاؤںگے تم

    کیا کہا تھا لوگوں سے کہ میں ستم گھر ہو
    میں نے جتنے ستم اٹھائیں ہے اتنے نا اٹھا پاونگے تم
    ©gazisalim

  • thephilosophicalmind 1d

    Philosophy For The Mind (Daily)

    Rebirth is to realise

    ©thephilosophicalmind

  • anshera 1d

    THE SINKING OF THE UNSINKABLE

    The massive and the unsinkable ship
    The "QUEEN OF OCEAN " she was named to be
    The largest moving object was sailing in the sea

    Everyone arrived to say good bye
    No one knows these temporary smile will change to permanent sigh ;
    As she was moving from Southampton to haunted pole
    No one knows they are near to show their powerful soul

    Everyone asleep till the voice "COME SHIP SINKING" was heard
    Every brave man cried "LADIES AND CHILDREN FIRST"


    "THIS SHIP MADE ME FEEL SAFE" as everyone thought
    The grave of these people greedy ocean got

    The sea laughed on the ship I guess
    Because overcoming the natural forces her name suggest

    Someone said this ship can't sink
    At 2am 15th April it was broken within a blink

    The band still playing "NEARER..MY GOD TO THEE"
    People on the lifeboats , sinking titanic they can see

    The eyes that once saw the majestic deck
    Now seeing the titanic's wreck

    What if the 5 th compartment was not filled
    1500 people on board can't be killed

    The stiff as rock titanic was thought to be unsinkable
    Untill it really sinked

    The menace of starlighted midnight
    Why can't titanic see the early morning Monday light

    The same thing reciprocated as 'THE WRECK OF TITAN "said
    Was it really the moving death bed ???
    -Anshera Mulani
    ©anshera

  • uttkarsh_15 1d

    Connection

    The body aches ,Mind sleeps,
    .
    Mind Mourns ,Soul weeps

  • dais_yblossom 1d

    " ज़िन्दगी "

    अगर ज़िन्दगी दिलकश लगे
    तो फिर जीने में क्या ग़म हैं,
    अगर ज़िन्दगी फिज़ूल लगी
    तो ज़िन्दगी किसी दर्द से कम हैं ।।

    ©dais_yblossom

  • drpshravanithoughts 1d



    He said he is loving her

    She is thinking about the family acceptance of Her relationship whether he can make them accept or not or just leave me with pains by saying a word called break up

    Whether he loves me forever where I don't gonna miss my parents by the way he is

    Then will he understand her silence
    And give her hope that he gonna love her and he gonna doesn't live her hand.

    ©drpshravanithoughts

  • maknhr 1d

    Sometimes betrayal is a blessing in disguise
    ©maknhr

  • gladly 2d

    If it could have been easy to share our feelings,
    Rather being burdened by It.
    ©gladly

  • maknhr 2d

    Like
    Every river attracted to sea and ocean
    Like
    You and I are no exception
    Like
    Gentle conception and swift cessation
    Like
    Absolute fate and unerring time
    Like
    Nothing escape from what it's supposed to be
    Like
    Having my gift "the present time"
    ©maknhr

  • unblossomedyet 3d

    Exposed reality...

    You can be in a dangerous disguise
    But not your eyes...
    As till date no masquerade has been able to camouflage the eyes.
    For eyes donot know to lie...

    ©unblossomedyet

  • unblossomedyet 3d

    Sometimes i'm upset and not angry, there is a huge difference.

    ©unblossomedyet

  • sunitachhoti 3d

    ..

    I am silent, but I am not blind.
    @myfeelingsmywords.97
    ©sunitachhoti