Poems
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
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You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
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Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
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Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
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Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
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It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
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Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
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The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
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The most important thing we've learned,
So far as children are concerned,
Is never, NEVER, NEVER let
Them near your television set -
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Let all of you together find a fault with me,
at least a fault you all jointly work out,
or else, a harm shall befall you.
Let you all combine speak out why you've sent me in exile.
Say: Taslima, you're at the root of a pestilence, infant deaths
or you've committed as atrocious a crime as rape or genocide;
Say something like this, at least two or three of the stigmas to substantiate my banishment.
Until you detect a suitable blemish in me,
until you make me stand in the witness box,
to raise your accusing fingers in spiteful wrath at your black sheep,
how can you pardon yourselves?
Had you been able to say where I'm wrong,
the pangs of banishment wouldn't have engulfed me so harrowingly.
I'm eager to see you detect my wrong,
so that I can embrace you as my well-wishers.
Name my fault that made you ostracize me,
specify at least a loophole in my character.
By apportioning a blame on me,
you ensure your own acquittal.
Why should you let the history frown at you?
Why have you eclipsed the light of civilization,
by rooming with the darkness of medievalism?
Establish a cause for your action,
and if you can't,
then set me free,
not to save me,
but for your own survival.
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A baby's cradle with no baby in it,
A baby's grave where autumn leaves drop sere;
The sweet soul gathered home to Paradise,
The body waiting here.
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Beneath the moon my soul does weep
A vow of sorrow that I can't keep
The stars shine cold, yet never near,
They mock my cries, they scorn each tear
A hollow heart, a breaking sigh,
Each breathe a question -why? oh why?
The night is endless, dark and profound
Where hope is lost and none is found
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যেদিকে তাকাই তোমার অপূর্ব ছবি…. মায়াবী হাতছানি
চক্ষুদ্বয় মুদে আসে উচ্ছ্বল সবুজ নন্দন কানন
নয়নাভিরাম দৃশ্য গ্রাস করে নেয় আকাশের দৃষ্টি
আহা! তখন হারিয়ে যাই এক অজানা অনন্ত ঠিকানায়
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স্বচ্ছ জলের প্রান্তর ছুঁয়ে
সিলিকন বালিকণা ঝিকিমিকি
দিগন্ত প্রসারে তুমি এক অলৌকিক স্বপ্ন
আলোকময়ের জ্বলন্ত নিদর্শন
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Forgive me My Lord
I can't forgive
Such war criminal
Can't I
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love is a bubble glinting in sunlight
the pull of a cart
and scream of pleasure
the trust of unknowns, art inspired by soul
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As I stand by the river's gentle edge,
My heart's deepest longings and wounds ache,
A yearning quest for peace to soothe the pain,
Resonates deep within my heart, a heartfelt refrain.
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I love you
Every moment of my life,
Without reservation,
With every scintilla
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The blazing midday sun dwarfs my
shadow
an impotent wind carelessly breezes through
while I scan the shadow to look for me in him
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Спустились якось божества на землю: демониця й ангел як і заведено зовсім різні. Дівчата неймовірної краси. Одразу видно, не людські створіння. І тут підсудний шепче тихо невже це ангел й демон? Судить мене прийшли? Невже великії мої гріхи?
Ангел перейшла на крик, здатна була вбити смертного, хоча що з того? Він сам помре, залишилось не довго. Милі риси в раз змінились, спотворились, не витримала ангел.
-А ти, невже кричать не будеш? За всі мої гріхи знаю потрібно дати покарання, та невже за це відповідає ангел?
Чорні як сміль очі закривало волосся такого ж кольору, а розгледіти можна було тільки хижу посмішку.
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I dwell
In the absence
You left behind
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If you die before me
I would jump down into your grave
and hug you so innocently
that angels will become jealous.
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Indoors by technology, outdoors by speedy transport
I travel the world
Today in Japan, tomorrow in Rome,
Next day by an ancient civilization or in Hawaii or Coast Ivory,
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The low lands call
I am tempted to answer
They are offering me a free dwelling
Without having to conquer
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Beautiful is the 'thank you'
Wrapped with gratitude,
Offered to peace prone people
Who offer what is real-themselves
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The Peace Warrior Of Mzansi, among heroes - a colossus!
Sun Of The Nation; a rare gift of Providence.
Once, entangled in the web of racist succubus;
Unruffled he declares before High Justice:
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(This is a composition in Pilipino Language the first one I did, the only one, and hope some of the Filipinos will get this funny poem in this site. The poem is updated with English translation)
Noong taong otsenta dekada
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Love and lust are poles apart.
Lust is chaos, love is art.
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Rappelle-toi Barbara
Il pleuvait sans cesse sur Brest ce jour-là
Et tu marchais souriante
Épanouie ravie ruisselante
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you put this pen
in my hand and you
take the pen from you put this pen
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On this dry prepared path walk heavy feet.
This is not "dinner music." This is a power structure.
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"Come, pretty birds, present your lays,
And learn to chaunt a goddess praise;
Ye wood-nymphs, let your voices be
Employ'd to serve her deity:
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If you had the choice of two women to wed,
(Though of course the idea is quite absurd)
And the first from her heels to her dainty head
Was charming in every sense of the word:
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A little while, a little while,
The weary task is put away,
And I can sing and I can smile,
Alike, while I have holiday.
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Between us now and here -
Two thrown together
Who are not wont to wear
Life's flushest feather -
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"Faith" is a fine invention
When Gentlemen can see—
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