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  • Traces of Perpetuation

    by bpbpersonals @ Saturday, Jul. 28, 2007 – 20:50:50

    SAVE THE ECOLOGY...bpb
    Yesterday in the dreams,
    I saw a tree weeping at its best.
    Asked the cause of screams-
    The axe did all the rest.

    Its xylem and phloem were splitting,
    it was shivering with cold.
    But the being was going on cutting-
    Thinking for the family and the gold.

    The branches were involuntary,
    the leaves just kissing the earth.
    The tree had marked the centenary,
    and now it needed a new birth.

    All at once,
    the gloomy clouds came in the sky.
    The chopper firm at its stance-
    ignored the messenger's spy.

    The place did warm,
    with the tree's demise.
    Human did nothing but harm-
    to the nature's oxygenating device.

    And along all these,
    the glaciers have learnt to melt.
    Struggle for the environmental peace-
    and approach for conservation, everybody has felt.

    Don't we see the floods ?
    Don't we see the landslides ?
    Don't we see the temperature rise ?
    Don't we see the fate of the future ?

    And if we desire sustainability,
    if we want the ocean to remain calm.
    The thing we have to seek is-
    perpetuation in every palm.

    '07bpb

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  • An Approach To Death

    by bpbpersonals @ Sunday, Jul. 15, 2007 – 17:16:23

    When medicine can't cure your illness,
    be sure of a transformation.
    Your will ain't going to help you,
    just hope solely for a sensation.

    Riding the "rapid-engine-box"
    one can't turn out as a phoenix.
    You can't shine being a gladiator-
    it's better to opt "Life's not a remix."

    One fills the fuel,
    one seeks the stroke.
    One matches the colour-
    and with these, the life gets over.

    Oh, the head,
    Man-it's bleeding.
    Examine the pulse,
    Damn, it's leaving.

    Why did you have the booze ?
    Why did you risk your lives ?
    Why did you show off ?
    Why did you pluck away the smiles ?

    I don't want you to die,
    For you- I spread a cry.
    Your voice still strikes my ears;
    And that is enough to bring about the tears.

    Knew I your pain,
    hoped you'd be able to sustain.
    But I'd gone insane-
    'Cause clouds had already poured the rain.

    You coughed for a while,
    you tried to break the coma.
    You stood firm with the storm-
    and still you shower your heartly aroma.

    Many prayers are for you,
    many hearts share your living.
    Many youngsters want you to preach the lesson-
    for the mode of a safe driving.

    Do you remember the calls ?
    Do you remember the exchange of thoughts ?
    Do you remember the "roofy" house ?
    Do you remember the sweetness of your words ?

    Had not the night come,
    we'd be cheerful as ever.
    But when time runs out-
    my plight is cent percent worthless.

    I remember the flower,
    i remember the long strides.
    I remember the dearest home-
    i remember cycling through the canal sides.

    So broad was the path,
    so hot was the region.
    But i loved it for the temple-
    I loved it for my relatives.

    What you wish me to become,
    i'll become that for you.
    Which hurdle do you want me to overcome-
    i'll overcome that for you.

    There's the matter of an initial,
    and still I say- it is to be ruled.
    There's the matter of some pride;
    and I urge- it is to be hailed.

    I hope your recovery,
    i pray to that super-controller out there.
    Bring back the life of one-
    and that life will ultimately share.
    '07bpb

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  • A Bridge Where They Reside

    by bpbpersonals @ Wednesday, Jul. 04, 2007 – 18:50:56

    When the day breaks,
    the water across the surface-
    rushes into the dam;
    and the clouds scatter with the horizon.

    The bridge just over the river,
    doesn't let anyone go through-
    decades ago had it done;
    but now it frightens to repeat.

    In the nights of '89,
    they crossed the bridge.
    The very bridge-
    which led their hearts to a ruin.

    Their hands were burnt,
    through the fire-flames.
    Holding their thoughts forever-
    they welcomed their fate.

    The vengeance of the elite,
    of that the girl belonged.
    The innocence of the poor-
    in which the affection prolonged.

    River known for its death zones,
    with gorges and deepest points.
    Embraced them forever-
    Embraced them; for their union never ends.

    River,
    makes no guilt.
    It knows to nourish-
    it knows how to feed the biota.

    Love,
    makes no plea.
    It knows to sacrifice-
    it knows not how to lament.

    In the years passed,
    nobody dared to have an insight.
    As the river was dreadful-
    and had known to farewell mercy.

    Within the scores,
    the water has left the river.
    Now their body-
    seems visible to all human.

    Vultures and hawks,
    have found their prey.
    Snatching the flesh-
    hobbling around it everyday.

    Cared who, what they were for-
    that just became an organo-foul.
    Who now sees their pain;
    For their expressions are now devoured.

    But humans are always always humans,
    they know how to predict.
    Some say they fell over the bridge-
    some say they determined suicide.

    Some find them alcoholic-
    Some find them criminals.
    Some find them as a bunch of poor-
    Some find them no more than petty animals.

    Who had known,
    the fear ruled within them.
    The very night-
    when they were followed by ammunitions.

    The boy was thrown first,
    the girl for the momental amusement.
    The purity did vanish-
    and she left off to her companion.

    But the bridge stil remains-
    as though it has no stain.
    Whoever shows such a manly deed-
    they ain't lose anything; they are goin' to gain.
    '07bpb

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