English Poems
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Burnt -देवसुत
The skin felt the heat firstbut the first to burn was the hair.First the hair behind the palms,and then the ones on the arms,then those on ...
Posted Jun 30, 2019, 7:08 AM by A Billion Stories
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Droplets -jasnoor kaur
Un shed, quiet, silent, sorrowful.Full of dejection, fear and anticipation.Un shed ,quiet ,silent,sorrowfulFull of dejection, fear and anticipationoften, just drops of water ....for the onlookers ...
Posted Sep 7, 2018, 7:22 PM by A Billion Stories
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The Hollow Leaves -hitalot
The Hollow LeavesSpread out upon the ground, Out of mere sadness there's a tug at the heart To light the spark of what were looking for The twilight ...
Posted Sep 4, 2018, 8:55 PM by A Billion Stories
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The suspicious thought -Shri.Ginde
The thought which every one knows.sheepishness to believe.suspicious why! I m not good. We r not good. nothing was good in our surroundings.screwed country.worsening humans. No ...
Posted Nov 17, 2016, 7:32 PM by A Billion Stories
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Photo pe Sher: After the tigers are done... -बे. हरेकृष्ण आचार्य
After the tigers are done, we will reduce the humans. For what happens to the beasts happens to man. 7 billion humans will take their time to go, to hasten ...
Posted Aug 15, 2016, 9:32 PM by A Billion Stories
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posted Jun 30, 2019, 7:08 AM by A Billion Stories
The skin felt the heat first but the first to burn was the hair. First the hair behind the palms, and then the ones on the arms, then those on the leg and then the ones on the head.
Hair do not burn as if on fire. They just shorten in length, slowly, because of the heat. Once the hair are gone, the skin starts burning. It is the skin on the back first because I am lying, face up.
There is no feeling on the back till the heat touches the bone. That happens first before the skin of the arms is burnt. The heat touches the heel bone before it touches the nail of the toe.
The muscles of the hind burn first before the heat takes the scalp. A few vertebra dislocate as the joining tendons burn.
The waist goes next and then the chest. The organs go first before the enclosing bones.
The eyes melt first before the cheeks are gone. The tongue burns first before the skull cracks.
The heat shrinks the brain before the knees crack. The chest collapses before the skull breaks. The brain is burnt before the last bone dislocates.
The body does not react to all this, because it is dead. What I write is an experience that none can express.
It is the mind that watches the movement of time. It is time that passes, not 'us' passing time.
It is the mind that told my son to write. I know this will give a tear to his eye. He stood with me on that day, so I stand with him on this day, to express what all must feel, but none can express. An experience of a lifetime!
-देवसुत
Photo by: Submitted by: देवसुत Submitted on: Sun May 17 2015 21:34:10 GMT+0530 (IST) Category: Original Language: English
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posted Sep 7, 2018, 7:22 PM by A Billion Stories
Un shed, quiet, silent, sorrowful. Full of dejection, fear and anticipation. Un shed ,quiet ,silent,sorrowful Full of dejection, fear and anticipation often, just drops of water .... for the onlookers. Agony and helplessness gives them shape, Shattered dreams, lost friends Out of happiness ...do they appear? I've only heard...Never felt Oh...! I'm talking about tears
-jasnoor kaur
Photo by: Submitted by: jasnoor kaur Submitted on: Mon Jul 10 2017 14:49:27 GMT+0530 (IST) Category: Original Language: English
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posted Sep 4, 2018, 8:55 PM by A Billion Stories
The Hollow Leaves Spread out upon the ground, Out of mere sadness there's a tug at the heart To light the spark of what were looking for The twilight sun has tainted our vision Through the trees, a nature's release In spreading the disease. We spent a lifetime in harmony Out of mere sadness and tragedy A beautiful union to believe To have faith, a willing to achieve The hollow leaves were blowing in the breeze. Illumination in its timeless radiance A sprinkling array of blissful care None the worse for wear We each can listen to the inner sound of our soul A grand sparkling array of vast filled radiance abounds.
-hitalot
Photo by: Submitted by: hitalot Submitted on: Thu May 25 2017 06:31:03 GMT+0530 (IST) Category: Original Language: English
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posted Nov 17, 2016, 7:32 PM by A Billion Stories
The thought which every one knows. sheepishness to believe. suspicious why!
I m not good. We r not good. nothing was good in our surroundings. screwed country. worsening humans. No more indications, haggard life.
The thought which every one knows. sheepishness to believe. suspicious why!
The stone became God. depressed mind. screwed people.
The thought which every one knows. sheepishness to believe. suspicious why!
beyond the peoples view n opinions oh..! my heart n mind could you stand strongly. My soul saying you that you only good for your self... N this matter of truth irritates me daily..!!
The thought which every one knows. sheepishness to believe. suspicious why.. why.. why..!!!
-Shri.Ginde
Photo by: Submitted by: Shri.Ginde Submitted on: Thu Oct 20 2016 14:49:38 GMT+0530 (IST) Category: Original Language: English
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posted Aug 15, 2016, 9:30 PM by A Billion Stories
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After the tigers are done, we will reduce the humans. For what happens to the beasts happens to man. 7 billion humans will take their time to go, to hasten it though, wars will come and go. Even then, famines and riots will kill more. For every end of a term, the dominant species on earth must change. It will then be time, for the quiet and subtle, superhumans.
-बे. हरेकृष्ण आचार्य
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Photo by: WWF Submitted by: बे. हरेकृष्ण आचार्य Submitted on: Fri Jul 15 2016 13:58:56 GMT+0530 (IST) Category: Original Language: English
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posted Mar 19, 2016, 8:27 AM by A Billion Stories
Surge of my waves and their mystical themes Embracing Bombay and Dar-es in hold We all belong to the cradle of earth Same human civilization pervades us all Generations of life in these lands were like waves Rising and falling and melting in time baobabs and Banyans stood witness to these cycles Bondage of slavery and foreigners yoke Are gone with the past and power now to people Gandhiji and Nyerere’s nobility and soul strength Got thy the freedom, and now you have a mission Enlightened youths, now you have to sweat For making thy people prosperous and happy For ye are the greatest hope, for this part of globe
Dr. APJ Abdul Kalam
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posted Dec 26, 2015, 8:15 AM by A Billion Stories
Oh, my human race, How, we were born, In the Universe of near infinity, Are we alone?
I was seeking answer for the great Question of creation, weighing heavy My mind as I am in seventieth orbit Around sun, my little habitat, the star Where my race living, lived billions of years And will live billions of years, till the sun shines. This is the millennium question of humanity, And sought the help of our creator.
On the eventful day, I was flying The earth below me, the human habitat Vanished in the white river of cloud, Silent, turbulent free everywhere the divine Splendour reflecting. On the above, the full moon with its magnificent might, My heart melted, my friend co-passenger Vidyasagar joined in the heavenly display. The beauty entered into our soul And blossomed happiness into our mind and body. We the humanity bowed to the heavenly answer, We are not alone, billion of billion lives Of various forms spring in the planets of Galaxy after galaxies. Then the dawn of divine message.
There was the divine echo in the full moon night From my creator. Shaken, bewildered and wondered The echo engulfed me and my race “You, the human race is the best of my creation You will live and live. You give and give till you are united, In human happiness and pain. My bliss will be born in you Love is the mission of humanity, You will see every day in Life Tree You learn and learn My best of creations.” Beautiful morning it was, Sun radiating, driving away the clouds Parrots and Kokilas were at their musical flight We the yellow heaven group entered Flower garden of Asiad Roses were in their splendour Radiating beauty in White and Crimson Bowing to the dawn of sun We walked and walked, our feet on the green Meadow giving velvet touch, Children somewhere ringing in unison in their innocence Peacocks in the background giving beautiful display.
There was a majestic scence of Life Tree Cluster of tall and straight Nag Phali grove Undaunted to the sun rays direction Multi layered, each flower plant bubbling with life, We approached very close to the happy plants Astonished to see the nature?s wonder. Bottom layers have shed the flower all around the sand Whereas mid layer flower blossomed In number to the magnificence Perfume radiating, beauty all around Honey bees filling the flower bed, mutual love flowing Intoxicated with the scene, we looked at the top layer Ring of the buds about to blossom And new layers at their birth.
Again the great divine echo enters all around us Flowers blossom, radiate beauty and spread perfume And give honey. On the eve of life Flowers silently fall to the earth, they belong. Oh my creation this is mission of human life You are born, live life of giving And bond the human life Your mission is the Life Tree. My blessings to you my creation.
Oh my human race! Let’s sing the song of creation.
Dr. APJ Abdul Kalam
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posted Aug 14, 2015, 12:17 PM by A Billion Stories
My mother called me Blue Nile I am also named by mother White Nile When we grew and grew we asked Oh mother, Oh mother Tell us, why did you name us Nile Our mothers said lovingly Oh our children You travel and travel Cross mountains, forests and valleys Thousands of miles, enriching nine countries you reach Khartoum you Blue and White Niles confluence with a mission God has commanded you to give a message you give a beautiful message When we rivers confluence Oh humanity why not your hearts confluence And you blossom with happiness.
-Dr. APJ Abdul Kalam
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posted Aug 14, 2015, 9:35 AM by A Billion Stories
Our Milky Way is shining, with millions and millions of stars. Our beloved star Sun, along with eight other planets around. Orbits the Milky Way, finishes one orbit in two hundred and fifty million years. Somewhere in the galaxy, echoed a voice in surprise.
“See there the Earth shining in glory how come it got its light?” A sweet and soft reply comes: “It is not the mere light, It is the light of knowledge, It is the light of service, It is the light of peace. Specially radiating from Prasanthi Nilayalam
When Earth completes its eightieth orbit Carrying a great soul in its bosom”
Dr.APJ Abdul Kalam
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posted Aug 14, 2015, 9:33 AM by A Billion Stories
Some build rock walls all their lives, When they die miles of walls divide them. Others build rock walls, one rock on another, And: then build a terrace, where they pray for love.
Yet others build walls to enclose orchards, Endeavouring to find ways to fulfill hunger. A few others build rock walls – to make a home, It is their mission to serve humanity and nature.
I build no walls, to confirm to joy or sorrow; To sacrifice or achieve, or to gain or lose, I just grow flowers on all open spaces, And float lilies on ponds and rivers.
I keep planting trees, for birds to have nests, At the dawn of the sun, when morning breeze blow. Sun light get filtered through shining tree leaves, Birds’ flight gives me sense of freedom and pleasure.
Scattered light of colour and treasure, Fragrance of flowers gives me delight of creator. Lilies floating over like nature’s dance, Why should I build walls to confine them all?
I have no house, only open spaces, Filled with truth, kindness and dreams. Desire to see my country developed and great, Dreams to see everywhere happiness and peace.
Dr. APJ Abdul Kalam
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Photo by: Submitted by: Dr. APJ Abdul Kalam Submitted on: Tue Jul 28 2015 13:34:22 GMT+0530 (IST) Category: Non-Original work with acknowledgements Language: English
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