"Humanities teamed up"When I was in semester She bought the farm leaving me Wontedly I found harbor But never got single soul. He also walked in the lead My cup, what is in the books But humanities teamed up. Attachments--- It is previously published piece in cc&d magazine. Humanities---writings, Cup—fate, kismet Mother died, father died but humanities associated Writings included me in the team of writers. “Imaginative Wings"Saints are owner of Third Eye But we people have imaginative wings burdened with excogitation. Creative mind belched some fragments of literary findings But now I am mystified, What did it begin to exhale? At times, it snoops into other affairs Perhaps because I have been a ghost of creative work. Whenever I passed by some readymade costumes market I always felt prompted because of some favored graphs and lines on habiliments And purchased them with sudden choice and impromptu pocket(funds) But now what happens to me, Whenever I close my eyes to augur pant-shirt combination: Clothes,curves on them and matching sought by my own imaginative wings, like a dress designer, dangle before my closed eyes. And I run to find out, But still they are not available. Attachment--- We people—men of letters or myself among creative writers Creative mind became innovative like dress designer. "Former vs latter"Whom would you consider bad? With what bias would you blame? When someone scathes heart and soul. Felon is decried, branded But sufferer loses his grievances against offender When the worst mortal aggrieves. Attachment--- It is also previously published piece in cc&d magazine. felon--wrongdoer Scathe—injure Branded—stigmatized. The goodness of bad person is judged when we come in contact with the worst one. Someone stole my purse and threw it away.I lost money but important documents were in purse. After few months in bus someone stole my friend's purse with documents.He was under great loss except money.Now I was thinking about thief who had stolen my purse and threw it away.I thought in comparison former was not so bad. One day I was standing on the bank of road,a car splashed few drops of rain water on my new clothes.i was angry as I was going somewhere else.when I approached destination, A painter from roof shook his brush and few drops on my clothes again.Now I forgot previous issue of car driver as they could be erased but painter shook his brush carelessly as they were not easily erased.Now I was angry with him. "Visits have been purposeless" Back in the day, when I was a member of
halls of knowledge, To wear attention getting attires was my penchant. Whenever I opened torn statue (almirah) Hidden showcased costumes pleased my heart. Now past habits echo, Still heart is heavy for past wonts But routes are aimless. Those who were enamoured of my way of attiring, like me they too have left places. Though places are full- fraught with freshmen But now my visits have been purposeless. Attachments-- Halls of knowledge—college Now my visits are purposeless because my no peer is present in college.
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IF YOU SEE OJUKWUIf you see Ojukwu Tell him, I never saw him But heard a lot he did, Tell him I see his pictures, That radiate determination His Afro hair and beard Typical of African masculine. If you see Ojukwu Tell him, I heard of the war Its horrors that still hover Its ghost that still haunts, Tell him, I see danger If you see Ojukwu Tell him, nothing changed. If you see Ojukwu Tell him, they still kill They still maim, They still marginalize Tell him, they still burn and bomb Tell him, the war is still on Tell him, they vanquished. If you see Ojukwu Tell him, tomorrow is uncertain Tell him we are deadlocked Heading to nowhere Ask him who do we blame, Fate, the gods, ancestors, Black or white? If you see Ojukwu Fail not to tell him these Please never hesitate Perhaps he will reincarnate a saviour, If you see Ojukwu Tell him living here is a war Dying here is a war too HumanityIf you can keep peace And tolerate yourself, If you can be educated And enlightened, Then the world would be better. Peace, if you can live within not beyond If you can dwell forever not far away, Then the world would be a heaven. Tolerance, let your movement spread Penetrate into the darkness And strengthen the weakness of men, Hearken to humanity and sustain him Let us live in one piece of peace. WOMENDOMFrom the beginning
She was beautiful, From the origin She was lovely. She was never less than beauty Nor anything fake, She was real like the star And bold like the moon. Now, she is weird and wild Crazy and daring, Forward and curious Inquisitive and anxious. She could wear silicon And metals for beauty, She could bury harmful objects in her body Her workplace is a threat upon her own threat, Her home is a circle of waves And religion has got her insane. Culture is very unfair And tradition is not so friendly In fact, the society is not even her companion. The woman is not that safe And the future is not that sure. Esha Mishra is a senior at the University of Chicago Laboratory Schools. She has been writing poetry since she was eleven and is debuting her first poetry book, Lotus Flames, soon. She writes for her school's Renaissance Journal and has been awarded several Gold Keys in the Scholastic Art & Writing Awards. She is also an American Voices Nominee. No more No more lying No more scheming No more stealing No more crying We tell ourselves every night But as the day dawns We sink and fall Back into the Same old Habits the lies we tell ourselves |
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