Poems on "Mankind"

At the cremation

a poem by

Prajakta Kale

Those lush blue eyes rich in dreams
Shadow the vanity of its youthful grace
Alas, grief not love
Seems to be smitten by her
Suddenly and unknowingly it pounces
Upon its prey, as it always does.

It thrusts my lifeless form
Upon her well planned life
Shattering and scattering its pieces
All over, her ghastly face
And steady gaze seek answers
Not a place for a painful tear.

A steely glint creeps up to her eyes
For now she is a mother
She keeps up a stoic silence
Throughout her tremendous sorrow
For the healing of the soul of her child
The herculean duty on her tired shoulder.

I see her jaws clench and a muscle twitch
Beads of perspiration on her brow
Making her mind up, she is
Determined to face the hardships coming
Building imperishable walls around her
Forbids her vulnerable self from taking over.

Alas these developments are intercepted
I know not how
Barbaric traditions rip off my love’s courage
Imploring her to slash her strengths
Tying her up to their morals and values
They break her brave choices.

One last time dress up like a bride
They say to her
One last time do what you can never ever
Shearing her down to living ashes
They punish her for no sins of her
Smudging her life with distress and despair.

Tricking her into believing this is the end
They comfort her and console her
Push her into dark wiry tunnels
And the game of fate this is, they say
Masked creatures, these relatives and relations are
Inflict wounds and gladly bandages they make.

The neonate hero in her heart no longer beats
Asphyxiation gets to it
Once again at the cremation of a man
The guardians of traditions and customs
Manage to rob the last left morsel
And wipe out the essence of the woman, a wife.

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The Onset

a poem by

Pallabi Roy

Do not stop the mind,
It wants to fly.
Let it reach,
Beyond the sky.
Where love lives its life,
And moon gives its light.
Where exists no spite,
And stars twinkle at night.
Let us all unite,
To fetch peace and delight.
Let us forget,
All the combat and fight.
Let us plow ahead,
And spread the mirth,
Let us set out,
And save the earth.

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Rubber Men

a poem by

Kalki Walle

Rubber trees are in the Indus,
for the single use, extract latex,
give direct/indirect Rubber product…

Human society is similar
being money, instead of rubber

No longer born and grown,
but sown and cultivated…

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Our beautiful beloved Earth – II

a poem by

Ramesh T A

No nation can economically develop without modern technology in the world;
Social and cultural developments cannot flourish without economic boost;
So, competition and rivalry in industries and business rock the world today!
Materialism of money minded men has turned all into heartless machine beasts
That don’t care for pollution and destruction but only profit and domination; so,
Deforestation, cities, diseases and population explosion increase without limit!

Green house effect of pollution that traps Sun’s heat covers the whole world
And slowly and surely melting polar ice increases sea levels and immerses isles!
Rain and flash floods maroon many places making man’s planet a moratorium;
Also, forest fires and volcanic eruptions destroy and pollute vast areas of world
Reminding men of the coming events of doom’s day shortly on our Earth!
O Beautiful beloved Earth that bears all the brunt should change man’s mind!

Competition for excellence in all walks of life is good for any society anywhere;
But cooperation for extremism of all kinds leads only to destruction of all minds!
Burning competition creates restlessness and nightmares to tragedy and failures!
But cooperation develops confidence to dream and achieve wonderful things!
Competition for dominating the world will lead only to total chaos and gloom!
But cooperation for all round developments will lead to prosperity and hilarity!

Either scholar gypsies in search of truth should wander round the world
Or intellectuals for analysing matters should be glued to the computers!
By wars world conquerors have failed to take control of the world;
By ideas international politicians have failed to control the world;
And now by trade monopolists are trying to take control of the world!
So, competition and speed have become common in all walks of life!

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Our beautiful beloved Earth – III

a poem by

Ramesh T A

After industrial revolution and technological developments electronics rules;
Civilisation without culture is spreading and capturing the whole world now!
Knowledge without wisdom is changing the world into a mad, mad world!
Political and religious fanaticism without knowledge is too dangerous;
So, to save the world from destruction, madness wisdom should prevail
And the thoughts of tomorrow’s world based on history help avoid craziness!

By Nuclear War, world cannot be conquered except complete destruction!
By military might all nations cannot be invaded to control the world by one!
Not by dictatorship but by democracy aiming human development can do so!
In fifty years five billion population will jump to ten billion population;
So, without renewing the natural resources for food, energy and raw materials
How can the present world go on exploiting it for the safety of the future world?

Without recycling the natural resources competitive industries are exploiting them;
Deforestation is destroying resources, increasing soil erosion and bringing floods;
Consequently an abnormal change in Nature develops unhealthy trends for transition;
Industrial Civilisation controlled by One Authority cannot make One World work well;
Also free World Industrial Society allowing human developments can be a dream only;
So, one Agrarian World State to avoid nightmares is a good idea to dream about now!

Civilised World life without Nature is a horrible Utopia even to dream about!
Even Art without Nature will not be universally appealing to human nature!
Without the touch of Nature in life, culture and art it won’t be enjoyable ever!
Nature that has created Earth is so beautiful, lovely and lively can’t be ignored!
With the destruction of Nature including us our beautiful beloved Earth will be out!
And No Imprint will remain to speak about Human World if destruction is certain!

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Our beautiful beloved Earth – I

a poem by

Ramesh T A

Only beloved Earth in the whole Universe has bred us
All alive among many living beings so long and so forth!
Earth is the only place people live in the entire Universe!
Except here, human species are nowhere found in the Space!
This beautiful beloved Earth is really the paradise to live
And thank God for having created this paradise for pleasure!

It is a gift from God and what we do with it is ours to Him;
So, man and his planet have become important in the Universe
And how best the boon has to be preserved depends on his will.
Men and women wouldn’t have grown to the present proportion
Without the protection of atmosphere covering the whole Earth!
Indeed Nature, the instrument of God inspires and instructs all!

Human perfection from animal to divine is the plan of evolution;
Mind of man in communion with Nature this open secret is known;
Also, human progress is the plan of divine nature on the Earth.
Without knowing this it is a pity, man seems to destroy all now
After discovering fire, inventing wheel, agriculture and becoming
Also an artist, scientist, architect, litterateur and entrepreneur!

Discovered laws of Nature, classified elements and created industries;
Invented many machines and created computer too in the modern world!
But alas, making Atomic Bombs, man has led the world to the brink of doom!
Mist may move the mystic with the mood to muse over many matters!
But pollution has poisoned the environment exposing it to radiation and
Leading the world to destruction but not the creation of one humanity!

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Teresa

a poem by

Animesh Kulshrestha

Why does she do it? Why she does it at all?
Raise people in agony, never let them fall?

Why does she do it? Why bother so much?
For people who are, strangers as such?

Why does she do it? Work all day and night?
Giving people hope, urging them to fight?

Why does she do it? What returns she get?
Everything goes waste, as people forget.

Why does she do it? Doesn’t care for her loss
Moves with her only asset, The Holy Cross.

Why does she do it? Fervently, I once asked her
Smiling, she replied, because I am your Mother.

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A Toddler’s Tears

a poem by

Sathya N K

For many a dawn is what they yearn
But for me, it’s the pits to happen.
For many few a time in their lives they weep
But for me, the more I cry so I reap
For many the red light brings a halt
But for me it’s where everything does start
For many injuries are meant to be healed
But for me it’s something to be kept repeated
For many, life is a wonderful journey
But for me now it’s all about penny by penny
For many there is a father and a mother
But for me, it is always an unknown porter.
For many there is a shelter of own,
But for me, it’s the open sky with sun and rain
For many it is just a sight, seeing me whine
But for me, it is truly a heartfelt pain
For many a good rest awaits when the dusk falls
But for me all the salt in my tears stalls
For many a life is for living
But for me, its hell as I crave for leaving
For many there are ears and shoulders to lend
But for me it’s only you, oh my omnipotent.

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Then and Now

a poem by

Aryaindia

I grappled for – comfort
In joys that filled my day
Though weary I did feel
I merrily went my way

My heart it wept and sighed
For all things – old and new
But hardly got hindsight
Of things so good and true

I hunted far and near
For time just hard to find
Alas! In daily chores
It settled – in my mind

That need it be so true
The love I feel for you?
The rise and fall in doubt
I hate to yell it out

My soul it loves to sing
The feeling – it does bring
The mind it follows sure
To every heart – a cure

I battle with the fear
Of losing things so dear
I live to be a lark
On souls’ search embark

Emboldened by the pain
When sadness seems to rain
The rainbow in the sky
It makes me feel so high

(Dedication: To people who made my days)

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Broken Glasses

a poem by

Gopikrishnan Pisharody

She had gone ahead;
Divorce and re-marriage
Damaged my society;
An old respected family culture,
The lights of park are going to sleep;
But she still there
Her over coat is flying;
In the southern wind that passed
Her way, of broken glasses
Along the time,
Who will be there?

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Dialogue for Peace

a poem by

Janakiraman Ra

People talk for hours and hours and days
And continue for many years and years
Without any reliable sign of peace.

Though mouths utter very sweet words
Their minds get engaged in clever plans
Trying cunningly for gainful deals.

Forgiveness, tolerance and sacrifice
Are the soil, the water and Sunlight
For the delicate peace plant to sprout.

For a plant to grow, seed must die:
Something is given to get something else;
If nothing is given nothing will accrue.

Long selfish dialogues can’t bring peace
A very brief dialogue can bring peace
If minds deeply yearn for real peace.

Avoiding the main issue won’t help
It will be only a time wasting trip
And peace will remain locked in a trap.

Dialogues for gains do not bring Peace;
The only bargain in dialogues for Peace
Must be PEACE and PEACE alone.

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The Seven Months of Hernan Ray – Part 3

a poem by

Abhimanyu Rawat

For months no-one heard of him,
Hope was abandoned.
But Felicia stood by her door everyday.
Looking longingly for a letter.
And one fateful day it came-
It read:
Dear Felicia,
Each day drags on.
More dull and lifeless than the last.
We have not heard of the enemy.
“He will come!” is what they say.
But in our hearts we know its a lie.
It pains me to not be able to look at your face.
I move forward-
Only to fall back upon you very soon.
I see the sunset and sunrise,
But all seem to lack beauty.
You complete them,
As you complete me.
I shall return soon.
Yours,
Hernan.
She clenched this to her heart,
A precious tear escaped her eye.
And she looked into the sunset,
Somewhere far away-
Hernan looked too.

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Utopian Dream

a poem by

Priya Mouli

Pollution-free, did you say?
Between man and nature is a fray,
Until things around get spick and span,
O gratitude to the mighty clan!
Who brim with hysteria,
To realize, it is but Utopia!

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Chicken Soup and Soul Betting

a poem by

Shail Raghuvanshi

A drought here, floods there,
a cyclone here, earthquakes scattered elsewhere-
all Mother Nature’s anger in action.
The ozone hole a danger signal for us hapless souls
yet, we live our lives unaffected
stretching our mounds of habitation
till they burst at the seams.
The West turns towards the East
(it’s fashionable you know for foreign hands to dip their fingers in spice and curry!)
The East surges blindly towards the West
(it’s chic you know to fly in fleets of fashion and software!)
Why do cultures look everywhere else except within themselves?
Destruction for gain that’s all we humans are capable of,
a pity really,
as pure and perfect creation gets usurped by chicken soup and betting of souls.

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