This is the land of learned fools
In the name of belief superstition rules
Lords were slay God were the same
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Sunk fragrance of the smile of the Buddha u enforces me to dissolve into his deep eyes....
The thorns of the blowing time
fascinates me to nurture the bud within me....
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Slapped flowers yearn for fragrance of its own; enduring the exploitation of its mother-soil.......
Water often rapes the budslure for beauty and being.....
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I travel by ¦ such a bus
travelers pompous ¦ at every station
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You propagate your fascist ideology as patriotism
and the bloody morons follow your fucking nationalism.
People blind themselves when it's about religion and all trifle things alike
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What you imagine is the reality for you so trillions of realities should exist here
although poetry is one of the tools to reveal truth while reality and truth may be different
or different realities and truths would be there. The reality is still remained a question that reality is real or imagination is
or
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If you are expecting from a fool to make you wise
Then the life has meaning and meaninglessness nice
I don't want speak on assumptions and prejudice
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Whenever she utters a word
a melody always sings a bird
Flowers sip their utmost beauty
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If you want to kill someone
Don't use any weapon to destroy him
If you really want to kill someone
Don't enforce him to be frightened
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Nature anguishes to calm human(e)with shouting serene.
Sere humanities also don't come for tranquility.
Even no one dare to listen a clear and true murmur of peace.
The busy rationalisms enjoy nature on youtube and be cathartic in paintings of nature as well.
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The breeding of being satisfied
in servitudes really works here.
Glee-provider subjections
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The glory of sophisticated servitude prosper in the civilization
of awaken race here
I am the only downtrodden to be earnest and sot-loyal here
as the smartest trifle fool
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Vijay Ashok Indushokai is a bilingual poet, writer and translator. His published collection of poems are: DABISTEGIRI (Marathi) BEING (Marathi) KANCHAK (Marathi) DYSTOPIAN UTOPIA (English) SEW MYSELF INTO THE WOMB OF SOIL (English) 3.7 SHADES OF GRIEF WE SHOULD BAN TO BE CIVILISED (English) MY VERACIOUS CAN HARM YOU His literature published in various popular magazines like VARNAMUDRA, CHAAK, TAITRAV AND AKSHARNAAMAA. Translation of the first chapter ‘The position of the writer' from English Into Marathi from the book of Nobel Prize Winner Chinese writer Gao Xingjian, Aesthetics and Creation. This long article has been published in AKSHARNAMA AND VARNMUDRA. PRIZE AND AWARDS ‘Marathi Sahity Vangmay Parishad award, Badoda (Gujrat) for Marathi collection of poems BEING. Arun Kale Smruti Azadshatru Kavya purskar, Nashik (Maharashtra) for Marathi collection of poems BEING. Narayan Surve Utkrusht Kavya Nirmiti Purskar, Nashik, (Maharashtra) for Marathi collection of poems BEING)
Programmed Beings
This is the land of learned fools
In the name of belief superstition rules
Lords were slay God were the same
spread survitude although got fame
They adore subjection with utmost exploitation
although they are considered great and built this nation
Pity on even the creative helpless minds
whether you are humans and its kinds
One should believe in with logical sense
but I found programmed beings and non-sense