Poems by Alok Srivastava

My Men

a poem by

Alok Srivastava

Living in a foreign land of aliens,
I desire you, I desire you, my men.

Men who are silenced by sunrises,
who make noises at car races.
Men who teach their children bicycle,
who make love like angel Michael,
I desire you, I desire you, my men.

Living in a foreign land of aliens,
I desire you, I desire you, my men.

Men who shed a tear for their neighbors,
injustice who fight with their labors.
Men who earn a living with justice,
who give up their lives with bliss,
I desire you, I desire you, my men.

Living in a foreign land of aliens,
I desire you, I desire you, my men.

Men who live with love in my heart,
who with patience wait for the Lord.
Men who wash their souls all the day,
who go to churches in order to pray,
I desire you, I desire you, my men.

Living in a foreign land of aliens,
I desire you, I desire you, my men.

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The bridge to heaven

a poem by

Alok Srivastava

They walk on me with thumping shoes,
as if they were uncaring brutes.
But I am sure in my heart;
they’re sad for their blows smart.
Bitter indeed are the cruel nails,
on my flesh with wounds that ail.
Reminding me of crucifixion;
repeatedly I suffer affliction.
Let’s take the pains of today,
in hope of the Lord’s day.
He surely will exact revenge:
for the devil’s innumerable offense.
The stripes of so many years,
is naught before eternal cheers.
The cool wind from far off heaven,
invites us into arms pleasant.
So walk on me O my dears:
but mourning, for my many tears.

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On a cool cool night

a poem by

Alok Srivastava

On a cool cool night,
riding my motorbike,
I feel all right,
like a bird light light.

With wind in my hair,
and zeal in my soul,
I glide on the road,
like a graceful foal.

With God in my heart,
and eyes on the prize,
I travel in the night
to the realm of light.

How bad could be life,
I have suffered all plight.
In the darkest time
shall the sun rise rise.

With God on my side,
I will win this fight.
I will cry no more,
I will fly high high.

On a cool cool night,
riding my motorbike,
I feel all right,
like a bird light light.

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My heart is broken

a poem by

Alok Srivastava

My heart is broken into a million pieces,
I don’t care for sun and beaches.
In garden scourged by Lord’s curses,
Who looks to find ruddy roses?

My heart is broken,
my heart is broken,
my heart is broken,
my heart is broken.

Take away your paradise,
I find in it no delight.
Give it to someone better,
why throw it on a loosened kite?

My heart is broken,
my heart is broken,
my heart is broken,
my heart is broken.

You savor your precious nectar,
while I spill dew of my eyes.
You go mingle with the happy crowd,
while I drown in my sighs.

My heart is broken,
my heart is broken,
my heart is broken,
my heart is broken.

You go build your Eden Garden
on a new blessed ground.
Why rebuild the fallen ruins
where curses have made a mound?

My heart is broken,
my heart is broken,
my heart is broken,
my heart is broken.

You go find a better haven
to lay in your sweet desires.
Why burn them in the name of friendship
on my heart’s wretched pyre?

My heart is broken into a million pieces,
I don’t care for sun and beaches.
In garden scourged by Lord’s curses,
who looks to find ruddy roses?

My heart is broken,
my heart is broken,
my heart is broken,
my heart is broken.

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