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| NK |
Posted
on 26-Mar-03 02:38 PM
Dedicated to Innocent Iraqui People
Glory
Black bodies sprayed and splayed
Like a crow
Children look at me
Questioning what to know.
City wears a smoldering
Black skirt
All puffed up and riding high
Shrapnel in the eye.
Potpourri of human flesh
A child cries buried deep
Mother prays and father kneels
Down,
Down,
Down,
Neighbors curse
And brothers sit aghast.
II
I do not who or what
I was in my yester-life
Did I cry?
Did I wail?
Did my eyes and heart
Filled with black coal?
Did I roll
On the ground and begged for mercy
For the men gone mad?
Did I ask for peace
For the fallen soldiers and
Blackened sky, for the mothers,
Fathers, for the neighbors,
And, for the brothers?
Did I remember to ask for
Forgiveness for the fallen gods?
III
Fine hours of glory
Quilted exquisitely with horror
You march and march and march
Ahead
Desert and river
Following order.
IV
Peace be upon us
Peace be upon fallen gods
Peace be upon on murdered children
Peace be upon heart of steel
Peace upon your horrific glory.
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| PremPujari |
Posted
on 26-Mar-03 03:15 PM
Hmmm.... Nice!... No kiddin'!!!
(Thanks for including your name in the subject. Natra hazur ko "nothing" napadheko jastai yo pani padhnai chut-thiyo.)
PeAcE!!
:D
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| DWI |
Posted
on 26-Mar-03 03:35 PM
A touching piece. Surreal, yet rhythmic.
NK, how about putting some words for the allies troops too, just to be balanced. The fear, the excitement, the naive acception of the supreme orders, the rememberance of your only mother?
Fine hours of glory
Quilted exquisitely with horror
You march and march and march
Ahead
Desert and river
Following order.
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| Logical Sense |
Posted
on 26-Mar-03 03:52 PM
Nice nice :)
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| oys_chill |
Posted
on 26-Mar-03 04:03 PM
Sastanga dandwat :-)
Lost for words!
oys
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| najar |
Posted
on 26-Mar-03 04:14 PM
NK--
Very nice! I too am not kidding :-)
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| Rusty |
Posted
on 26-Mar-03 04:18 PM
Excelente!! NK, this is the best poem Ive ever read in Sajha. I am glad that you finally discarded your infuriation in this poem:) I found the second verse very touchy.
Did I remember to ask for
Forgiveness for the "fallen" gods?
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| isolated freak |
Posted
on 26-Mar-03 06:24 PM
NK, ramro cha.. humanely anti-war poem?
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 26-Mar-03 06:36 PM
NK
What can I say? You know my sentiments regarding war. Always enjoyed your poems especially those that delve into the unknowns!
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| Biruwa |
Posted
on 26-Mar-03 07:01 PM
Peace thru strength? ya. Liberation by death.
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| Prem Charo |
Posted
on 26-Mar-03 07:13 PM
NKji,
Super !! Speechless :}
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| rajunpl |
Posted
on 27-Mar-03 02:18 AM
Cometh the hour,cometh the wishes :)
Shalt see the truth,brfore lost in the peace
RAMRO CHA NK JYU
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| GUY |
Posted
on 27-Mar-03 06:55 AM
Prolific Vocabulary.....great flow!!! but....ohh!! what's with the grammar?? and the interrogation symbols....I am a little lost!! Enlighten me.... This is your genre.....this is you...Your heart throbs for the Iraqi...mine does too
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| jira |
Posted
on 27-Mar-03 10:31 AM
tin phera padhey, balla ghooshyo yo dimag ma alikata.
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| DHUMBASSE (DUMBASS) |
Posted
on 27-Mar-03 10:45 AM
Tin phera re...ma ta ajhai padhdai chu...yo mero satau (7th) patak..ghusna ta ghusyo..ke ghusyo ke ghusyo...yeutai kura ghusyo...NK ra kabita are synonyms...
south america pani kabita..iraq war pani kabita..nepal pani kabita..nepali nari pani kabita..hunda hunda Nk le sajha kai barma kabita lekhna matra banki cha..
enjoyed it thoroughly and still reading. bistarai bistari ghushing .....re kya ajha lastma :)
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| Deep |
Posted
on 27-Mar-03 10:53 AM
jiradai,
aba dherai napadha feri bujhekomai almaliyera sabai ganja gol hola.
kabita ek jamana ma meri one sided love bhaye dekhi malai kabita bhanesi....ke kuro garai bho ra....
hamle ta heri ekkai paltama bujim....nabujeko ta tha nai hudaina...bujeko bujeko pade si jammai buji haliyo ni...jach ma aamne khalko "poem" haina kyare yo! khari ranu pardaina ke!
kasto annanda le afna ghar ni basna napaunu...ko ko aam chhan ko ko yasssai...liberate gardina....
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| NK |
Posted
on 27-Mar-03 01:49 PM
Friends, Thanks for reading (sometimes even three or seven times) my own protest march. War should have been the last resort for any conflict, but for the adopted country of ours, it has become the means and end and everything in-between to get what it thinks to be right. The country has set a terrifying precedence only future will tell the ramification of this act..... [sorry got carried away]
GUY questioned about my grammar and punctuation. Most of them are deliberate and yes, some might have been a real "mistake." Poetry is all about (well among many other things, i guess) association of words, sights, smell, and emotion. And, yes flow from one word another (and therefore 'pause' too) and rhythm make a peom poem.
I will post some poems from some great poets (to me at least) to show you what I mean - perhaps in the evening.
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| Poonte |
Posted
on 27-Mar-03 02:35 PM
Aja balla yo gai khane angreji bhaasha bujhna thaalen jasto lagyo, NK...dijju!! eheheh
Nice!!! (oh, dekhnu bho? lekhna ni sikechhu!!! ) :)
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| Paschim |
Posted
on 27-Mar-03 05:36 PM
Somber, powerful, NK-esque.
-----
As that famous placard said, "bombing for peace is like copulating for viriginity".
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| Paschim |
Posted
on 27-Mar-03 05:39 PM
Sorry, meant virginity.
And they also had a better word for copulating, but never mind.
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| DWI |
Posted
on 27-Mar-03 05:52 PM
bombing for peace is like copulating for virginity
Copulation produces a new born, a new virgin.
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| NK |
Posted
on 27-Mar-03 06:26 PM
Just realized. Oys has been doing sastanga dandwat. how come? namaskar le nai pugihalthyo ni. :)
Deep you really go to the heart of the matter
"kasto annanda le afna ghar ni basna napaunu...ko ko aam chhan ko ko yasssai...liberate gardina...." :))
DWI, Artists express, right? [if i may call myeself an artist that is] I expressed what and how I felt. To write on allied troops would be for me placating. Not honest enough. A death is a death I know but there is a distinction between aggressors and victims. [you may remember Hitler's Willing Executioner by Goldberg, I think. Now now I am not comparing anybody to Hitler but I am merely drawing attention to what happens when people follow order blindly]Besides, in the last stanza the poet has wished everybody well. Is not that enough?
And Paschim, Thanks my dear. Same goes to Poonte.
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| DWI |
Posted
on 27-Mar-03 06:46 PM
True NK.
Me being nuetral in this matter, just wanted to see the juxtaposition of situations in poetic matter; but certainly won't be a fair game with one side of the 'taraju' being gold and another silver. Loved the gold side of it, hope to see more.
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 28-Mar-03 10:19 AM
And what of the soldiers?
It is not my war,
I've left my pregnant wife,
Bravely saying..It is the Right thing,
To attack in the name of peace.
It is not my war,
yet I believe ...it is the Right thing,
To liberate in the name of Good.
It never was my war,
Yet here I am Fighting,
Not for my country
But for my own Life!
and my pregnant wife!
It is NOT my war,
yet I wonder
Will I see the sunrise tomorrow,
Will the war liberate me,
to survive the Wars, the Horrors??!
I have come to free,
At the cost of my own freedom,
Rhetorics in my core...BUT
It is Not my war!!!!!!!!
..... I know some soldiers who do not believe in this war.
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| DWI |
Posted
on 28-Mar-03 05:51 PM
That's what I meant.
Wow, Sitara, u always wow me.
A little more bitter and it would have been a poem of that Muslim Soldier who allegedly betrayed his troops and country.
Good one, hope to see more.
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| NK |
Posted
on 28-Mar-03 06:49 PM
Sitara, yes, I agree
Something about poetry itself. Dumbasse, are you around? This may answer some of your questions. This poem is by Alice Walker, A Pulitzer prizer winner essaysist, novelist and a poet.
I Said to Poetry
I said to Poetry:"I'm finished
with you."
Having to almost die
before some wierd light
comes creeping through
is no fun.
"No thank you, Creation,
no muse need apply.
Im out for good times--
at the very least,
some painless convention."
Poetry laid back
and played dead
until this morning.
I wasn't sad or anything,
only restless.
Poetry said: "You remember
the desert, and how glad you were
that you have an eye
to see it with? You remember
that, if ever so slightly?"
I said: "I didn't hear that.
Besides, it's five o'clock in the a.m.
I'm not getting up
in the dark
to talk to you."
Poetry said: "But think about the time
you saw the moon
over that small canyon
that you liked so much better
than the grand one--and how suprised you were
that the moonlight was green
and you still had
one good eye
to see it with
Think of that!"
"I'll join the church!" I said,
huffily, turning my face to the wall.
"I'll learn how to pray again!"
"Let me ask you," said Poetry.
"When you pray, what do you think
you'll see?"
Poetry had me.
"There's no paper
in this room," I said.
"And that new pen I bought
makes a funny noise."
"Bullshit," said Poetry.
"Bullshit," said I.
.
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| nhuchche |
Posted
on 28-Mar-03 07:23 PM
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| NK |
Posted
on 28-Mar-03 07:41 PM
Where is the caption? It was in today's Boston Globe, on the front page. Dead from allied forces' stray bullet.
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