In this blog i will be posting poems (which are not mine, but taken from elsewhere). I will post two poems. Both of them are pretty good in their own right.
The first is called "The Whiner's Plaint". It has been taken out from the InterNET (this is not internet but Intermediate New English Text Book, the most idiotic name u can assign to a text book).
THE WHINER"S PLAINT
Going by my passport
They call me Indian abroad
But in my own land
I don't know who I am.
In South Africa I am coloured
In U.S.A I am minus Red
To the English I am a WOG
I still don't know who I am.
Beyond the Vindhyas I'm a southie
Or more often a Madrasi
In Madras I am a Malayalee
Does anyone know who I am?
To the Muslims I am a Hindu
To the Hindus I am a Brahmin
Or some other caste name
Do tell me who I am.
If I am to be known by language
Sometimes even by my race
Who can say who I am?
I wish they'd call me Indian
And be done with it,
Not bother with anything else
So that for good I know who I am.
WOG - Westernised Oriental Gentleman.
This next one is a poem i found on a doosday website.
REDEMPTION
The once vast green
Now barren and brown
Our only home faces demolition
The peaceful blue turns the tide on us
The elements of Earth seek revenge
And sooner than later, they shall avenge,
The sinful rape humankind has committed.
The arms of death held out for you
Redemption isn't a choice anymore
The black sky roars and the thunder, it growls
Volcanoes spill fire, dormant no more
Meteors pass by. Oh so close!
The wrath of nature we have finally invoked.
Nostradamus prophecised, and the Mayans we criticize
The countdown begins, live your last few years in peace
Cuz soon you'll Rust In Peace.
Ask me now 'What can we do?'
I'll lwt you know - BURN IN HELL.
The first is called "The Whiner's Plaint". It has been taken out from the InterNET (this is not internet but Intermediate New English Text Book, the most idiotic name u can assign to a text book).
THE WHINER"S PLAINT
Going by my passport
They call me Indian abroad
But in my own land
I don't know who I am.
In South Africa I am coloured
In U.S.A I am minus Red
To the English I am a WOG
I still don't know who I am.
Beyond the Vindhyas I'm a southie
Or more often a Madrasi
In Madras I am a Malayalee
Does anyone know who I am?
To the Muslims I am a Hindu
To the Hindus I am a Brahmin
Or some other caste name
Do tell me who I am.
If I am to be known by language
Sometimes even by my race
Who can say who I am?
I wish they'd call me Indian
And be done with it,
Not bother with anything else
So that for good I know who I am.
WOG - Westernised Oriental Gentleman.
This next one is a poem i found on a doosday website.
REDEMPTION
The once vast green
Now barren and brown
Our only home faces demolition
The peaceful blue turns the tide on us
The elements of Earth seek revenge
And sooner than later, they shall avenge,
The sinful rape humankind has committed.
The arms of death held out for you
Redemption isn't a choice anymore
The black sky roars and the thunder, it growls
Volcanoes spill fire, dormant no more
Meteors pass by. Oh so close!
The wrath of nature we have finally invoked.
Nostradamus prophecised, and the Mayans we criticize
The countdown begins, live your last few years in peace
Cuz soon you'll Rust In Peace.
Ask me now 'What can we do?'
I'll lwt you know - BURN IN HELL.
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