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O Bee!

O BEE!
VAVROO VAHANA PATRA
O Bee! How beautifully you build your honey-comb!
But greedy men, for the sake of honey, demolish your home!
With what intensive industry you store your honey!
But cruel human beings steal and sell it to earn money!
You save your honey to be used by your kith in future;
But, very sadly it becomes prey to human desire.
Your sweet honey is gone; your lovely home is gone!
How ugly looks the tree and the vernal morn!
People, too, save money for their future generation;
But thieves and dacoits snatch it and make it their own possession.
Thus, one mortal’s savings are plundered by another;
But “ Ill got, ill spent” it the law of even nature.

poem by Vavroovahana Patra
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Realistic Romance

Reality so tough like hard rock,
To face many get intensive shock.
Romance seed flying see in the air,
To get down not getting the stair.
Hard wall has no room for it,
Need is good soil to become fit.
Pucca-pucca rock-rock you see all,
None is pronouncing a sweet call.
Don’t thing darling I do not know,
All the expenses behind the show.
I think my love must survive,
Because I know bite in bee hive.
I want to follow realistic romance,
To get in her my deep stance.
I took a leaf of the money-plant,
Wrote a poem on it very instant.
Inked a money cheque then for her,
These two were my super day’s offer.
Told her in the bank to submit one,
In heart’s drawer the other has gone.

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poem by Main Uddin Ahmed
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I put for a general inclination of all mankind a perpetual and restless desire of power after power, that ceaseth only in death. And the cause of this is not always that a man hopes for a more intensive delight than he has already attained to, or that he cannot be content with a moderate power; but because he cannot assure the power and means to live well which he hath present, without the acquisition of more. And from hence it is that kings, whose power is greatest, turn their endeavours to the assuring it at home by laws or abroad by wars; and, when that is done, there succeedeth a new desire, in some of fame from new conquest, in others of ease and sensual pleasure, in others of admiration or being flattered for excellence in some art or other ability of the mind.

quote by Thomas Hobbes
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I know that it can be very easy, under the intensive pressures of a campaign, for even well-intentioned people to fall into shady tactics — to rationalize this on the grounds that what is at stake is of such importance to the Nation that the end justifies the means. And both of our great parties have been guilty of such tactics in the past. In recent years, however, the campaign excesses that have occurred on all sides have provided a sobering demonstration of how far this false doctrine can take us. The lesson is clear: America, in its political campaigns, must not again fall into the trap of letting the end, however great that end is, justify the means. I urge the leaders of both political parties, I urge citizens, all of you, everywhere, to join in working toward a new set of standards, new rules and procedures to ensure that future elections will be as nearly free of such abuses as they possibly can be made. This is my goal. I ask you to join in making it America's goal.

quote by Richard Nixon
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Devi Mahakaali

Hey Prakriti, Brahmani, Parasakthi
In the depths of the perpetual cosmos
Thou be the conscience and reality-ultimate
Thou be the spirit of creation and cessation
Thou be the genesis of affluence and refulgence
Thou be Durga, Lakshmi, Saraswthi
Yet what Thou be
To the ogrish panic of recurring atavism
What Thou be to the chaotic terrorism
Hey Devi
Invigorate macrocosmic to boom out
Fierce, black, multi-headed, multi-handed
Huge and dark like ageless kala(time)
Attired of demonic arms severed skirted
Ornately garlanded with demon-heads slayed
Edacious, quivering tongues of smoking fire
Terrifying with intensive swift blood-plops
Thine audaciously to destruct satanic devils
Munitioned whole of thine mighty dynamic
A dreadful persona handling a demon-head

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poem by Indira Renganathan
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Puttaparuthi

Marketing determines success.
Maneuvering promotes success.
Swamis are not an exception.
Intelligent swamis amass wealth.

People being insecure seek faith.
Progressive in knowledge though they’re,
Regressive they are in action
And run to swamis for faith healing.

Luminaries and millionaires
Prostrated in front of Baba,
Whose philanthropic arm reached out
Beyond the scope of Andhra State.

He projected himself as selfless,
Transparent and minimalistic
With a magic power to redress
Miseries of multitudes across.

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poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Seduction Flower

Seduction flower

Holding hands forever
Folding them together
Squeezing our fingers
Chanting like a singer
Blowing a breeze on offered lips
Kisses on each fingertip
Tender touches on hair
Brushed into piled pair
Love feelings unpredictable
Getting further on addicted
Your very own perfumed smell
I would follow into any cell

Watching nicely shaped legs
Going up stone steps by steps
Reaching love ways of pleasure
In finding this new treasure
Some glowing intensive smile

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poem by Morhardt Carmen Mencita Monoi Angel
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Let Us All Prayfor Peace and Malala's Relief

Malala still in teen
Turned out to be a queen
With her strong desire and keen
To make a religious fanaticism clean

Her movement for education
Of women of a particular formation
Made the world think of reformation
But stood helpless with confrontation

At a tender age of eleven
She made her presence felt even in heaven
By her blog on education for women
Her thoughtfulness did many hearten

Effortlessly she won accolades for peace
Dreaming a world with no one to pierce
The coexistence of human beings on religious base
And help them live and love each other in one piece

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poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Puddled Up

She wasn't a sweet loving buttercup.
Not on that date we had when I picked her up!
She had a look on her that she wasn't taking 'no stuff'!
AND if I was to ever try to get some...
She would give it to me quietly,
And take it right back
When she thought I'd had enough!
She thought with me,
Her territory could be tough! ...'.; -) '

Mysterious with intensive curiousity...
I picked that right up,
When she was scanning me!
From head to toe...
Shoelace and lips!
Oh she was quick with her fast 'assessments'!

And I smiled innocently as it began to rain.
She asked me where I parked...
She didn't want to get wet,

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Storm

A big storm is hitting the eastern seaboard of North America,
it has just hit Cuba and other little island; fifty people killed,
but we didn´t get an intensive coverage as we get now.
By all means it is an immense storm and no doubt America feels
it doesn´t deserve this and there is no one to drones to attack
for this onslaught on Americas’ soil. Yes, we can build walls we
can built fortresses in the hope of being safe from the world,
but in the eye of a storm by nature or a storm caused by lack of
justice and freedom, the storm will be equally furious those
storms will, if we are lucky, clean our corrupt social system,
we call democracy- a practice that gives the right of the rich to
exploit the poor and obscenely try to make the neediest enjoy
slavery of being consumers, where going to the mall is highlight
of the week… Meanwhile the storm blows and if two tramps would
be killed or two seamen drown, every TV channel in the world will
record their demise and there will be a charity in their name;
“we shall not forget their suffering.” But as water retreats and
hamburger joints opens- The past, in our world, has no memory,
it is about mustard or ketchup; and it is quite easy really,
the red little bag is tomato ketchup and the yellow bag is mustard.

poem by Oskar Hansen
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