Vishvaas karo
jawaan seb k beejoN main,
neelay aasman main,
jawaan chamakatay mammoN main,
blue suit pehnay keeDoN main nahin
jo kapDay kha rahey hain samaaj k.
Vishvaas karo
jhoolti jaaz ki music main
jo raat k kar deti hai pecheeda tukray
aur fir mila deti hai sub ko cool patterns main,
beemar controllers main nahin
jo lagay hain atom bomb bananay main.
Guzray poets ki swar
khuda karay goonjaiN tumharay kaanoN main
aur dabaa dain sub awaazon ko jo aati hain
chillati, ulli lagi, akhbaaroN k sumpaadkoN se.
sadioN ki music ko suno
jo oonchi hai is bomb phatnay waalay kaal se.
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Believe, Believe
BY BOB KAUFMAN
Believe in this. Young apple seeds,
In blue skies, radiating young breast,
Not in blue-suited insects,
Infesting society's garments.
Believe in the swinging sounds of jazz,
Tearing the night into intricate shreds,
Putting it back together again,
In cool logical patterns,
Not in the sick controllers,
Who created only the Bomb.
Let the voices of dead poets
Ring louder in your ears
Than the screechings mouthed
In mildewed editorials.
Listen to the music of centuries,
Rising above the mushroom time.
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