by Raja Sharma
How can I like these things
More than makers of them?
Not a Blake's line that rings!
I sing for every men.
Many Marwells, Hopkins
And the like sing His praise
What if I ignore kins?
How will human I raise?
He dwells in every soul
Isn't human heart my shrine?
I don't pursue big goal
My Gods in my lines shine.
Chapter 43: Money Rings all the Ways!
Money rings all the ways!
And haunts us nights n days!
The child asking Pa for goodies annoyed
Love n parental care are clearly cloyed
Blessings are weighed with the digital coins
Hark! This perturbed poor partly preacher says!
Money rings all the ways!
And haunts us nights n days!
Pledge of friendship is steered by golden cord
Things n things, ha! More things are worldly Lord
Monetary robe now pious learning donned
Crying for offspring, singer sways n prays!
Money rings all the ways!
And haunts us nights n days!
Nuptial thread snapped by this filthy lucre
Blinded digressed can't say gold from pewter
Daughter weeping alone in darkened room
Old man had sent her with rubies on trays!
Money rings all the ways!
And haunts us nights n days!
Chapter 44: A Fistful of Sky
I got my fistful of sky
at dawns and dusks.
They got load full of lies
in frowns and musks.
I prisoner of my thoughts
in lighthouse of mine.
They revelers of plots
in playhouse and wines.
My pothole gives wings
to flights of mind.
Your world whole cuts wings
to be confined.
My Jesus whispers to me
from the space of mine.
Your God remains asleep
in palaces nine.
Chapter 45: I Won’t Cry Now, Mama
I won't cry now, Mama, I won't cry now
I know who I am, my tears are dry now.
Amersfoort's windmills send the moans of past
Dear uncle was the last to breathe his last.
Dutch cheese still reeks with the decaying souls
Demonic Swastika shamed divine last.
I won't cry now, Mama, I won't cry now
Who rules this wonderful world I know now.
I went to Arbeitsdorf, the shrine of deads
Now skulls greet the visitors with bowed heads.
In Bredtvet the sun no more shines on snow
I wandered yonder picking broken threads.
I won't cry now, Mama, I won't cry now
Why the caged bird sings, sure I know now.
Auschwitz hides the burned charred mothers & sons
Banjica contributed to killed with guns
Belzec razed under the Panzer's rollers
Shall I count myself among lucky ones?
I won't cry now, Mama, I won't cry now
I am nearing my century, way out now.
Chapter 46: Stage
Ear-piercing ebullient angelic call
Nectar divine for the mother in bliss
Toddler tumbles & sways ‘ere the fall
Arms extend embrace a motherly kiss.
A tearful farewell after thirty years
Rider to the sea now vanished from sight
Teary tale, Irish wail, for passing ears
A daffy drop trying in starry night.
Every mother yearns for resurrection
Those images hazy in old memory lane
Sans tears the heavenly plan’s perfection
Madonna’s Son performed a divine game.
Chapter 47: What Heart Says?
The Balladeer’s moan to electric beat
Journey of ages in the game of word
Homer to Keats many thousands repeat
Endeavored vainly proud mysterious world.
A twig to leaf to leafy big green tree
Cycle of known yet infinite surmises
Bound in civilized chains but calls him free
How surely human dies donning disguises!
Imposed peace suffers false religious win
Many a Baraks versioned solutions
Shameless awards support pot bellied grin
Poor poet lost in formal revolutions.
Where faith and love do the trick with smile
Never let in your progress fake and vile.
Chapter 48: Say what you Will
Divinity sold in bundles for ages
Proving their right to auction their beliefs
How reverently they turn Holy pages!
My God subtly lives in me, my relief.
Priest Mullah Pundit Rabbi all in dark
To prove own creed better is only quest
Miss the music of goodness that I hark
Every day a divine birth: night Frost’s rest.
Fearful in their own world of deception
Wrongly assured of their places in heaven
Threat of hell, don’t take other direction
Disguised as peacock is this dark raven.
No Book, no Gospel, no Mantra I selling
Love and goodness is His only dwelling.
Chapter 49: Had I Known..?
A lifetime of struggles alone
Wanton ways went haughty desire
Naked arrival in new home
Final repose in shroud of mire.
Had I this transformation known
Could I have jumped in sweating fire?
Shouldn’t I have lived a life forlorn
Being immersed in Her fife and lyre?
Heard melodies jingle of bell
Unheard I missed for earthly hell!
Chapter 50: Join the Choir
Ding ding ding the coins are ringing
You sing too, for I am singing.
Cling to me and fly to heaven
Bagful of dreams I am bringing.
Work hard now for better future
But help does this filthy lucre.
Moral they teach with their fake smiles
Knowledge sells this pious tutor.
Ding ding ding the coins are ringing
You sing too, for I am singing.
Be happy when twenty seven
Bagful of dreams I am bringing.
Don’t apply these teachings in life
False promises flow from my fife
Everyday will be nine-eleven
Real life is torn with hate and strife.
Ding ding ding the coins are ringing
You sing too, for I am singing
Hark to this deceptive maven
Bagful of dreams I am bringing.
Chapter 51: Even Death will Turn Face
Don’t love me so much lest I go insane,
Scary the thought that I be left alone,
Eternal agony in lovers’ game
Even death will turn face from blissful home.
Never asked God for anything to this day,
One more breath shall I ask, that too for you,
Wishing to kiss your fettered feet of clay,
Even death will not come if I be sans you.
Worldly rituals frighten me as ever,
Unheard song be left unsung smites my soul,
Duet divine without you can ring never,
Even dark death will shrink from final role.
Fife sans notes in this universal dark,
Who shall I play it for if you don’t hark?
Chapter 52: Demonic Queen of Waves!
Tsunami! You demonic qu
een of waves
Your Deadly Might fairly well known to all.
Is God accomplice who rarely saves?
Who can escape witnessed watery wall?
Baby sucking milk sucked fatal brine
Coaster School boy swept away by roaring knell
The Sun of fate haply forgot to shine
Your deathly dance brought a grotesque hell!
Nature dwelt in poesy since great Greek time
Bard and Wordsworth flourished on her beauty
You bent on inciting dark poetic line
Won’t Japanese hate you as a duty?
Let human world praise you in pleasant forms
Please don’t suffer us to die like poor worms!
Chapter 53: My Dimpled Fairy
A Sonnet to my Love
Young hearts met and went their separate ways,
Lost in fancies of love and shining rays.
Then innocence led to wanton desire,
True lovers got lost in physical mire.
He kept the fire kindling for one score years,
She never smiled at him for worldly fears.
He saw her happy and laughing in crowd,
Her lovely dimple displayed n she was proud.
Time brought them together when shine vanished,
Bodies satiated but hearts were famished.
He smiled again with threatening alarms,
She rushed and forgot her in loving arms.
Their love canonized without exhibition,
They love each other without inhibition.
Chapter 54: What have we Earned?
Dark, damp, distant past of philistine night,
Sends ghosts of terror in ethnic disguise;
To negate and abolish all that is right,
Stifling divine values of love we prize.
Success and glory dividing sword of hate,
Judas everywhere selling Lords of blasts;
Dismembered bodies of human fate,
Crying hearts of pure souls, with light of masks.
Lines shedding tears of blood on prophet here,
Maligning bright hope of heaven of love;
Has centuries of strife brought God near?
Is He repenting from His seat above?
Begin a festival of love and smiles,
Cover happily the miles assigned.
