NEW WORLD ORDER ! (a poem).

NEW WORLD ORDER !

The Blocks of Power Shifting With Rapid Pace/
Taking Newer Agenda/
Alluring Players of Political Order/
Charting Course of Action/
Full of Divisive Import/
By Pushing The Boundaries of Nations/
One After The Other/

The World Seemed A Place For Peace/
When The Cold War Ended/
With A Hope For Future Fraternity Amid Nations/
That Hope Was So Short/
As It Later Appeared/
The Pattern of Peace/
Is Always So Delicate/
The Waves of War/
Forever Exciting/
Humanity,/
Might Be A Misnomer Today/
And,/
The Concept of Power/
Losing Proper Purpose/

Alas !/
Today/
Those Who Have Power/
Can’t Lead/
And,/
Those Who Want To Lead/
Have No Power!/

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MRITYUNJAY JHA
4F,ADARSH NAGAR
SAMASTIPUR
BIHAR
INDIA.
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‘LOVE LETTER’ -A POEM BY SYLVIA PLATH !

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“LOVE LETTER”

Not easy to state the change you
made.
If I’m alive now, then I was dead,
Though, like a stone, unbothered
by it,
Staying put according to habit.
You didn’t just tow me an inch,
no-
Nor leave me to set my small bald
eye
Skyward again, without hope, of
course,
Of apprehending blueness, or
stars.
That wasn’t it. I slept, say: a
snake
Masked among black rocks as a
black rock
In the white hiatus of winter-
Like my neighbors, taking no
pleasure
In the million perfectly-chisled
Cheeks alighting each moment to
melt
My cheeks of basalt. They turned
to tears,
Angels weeping over dull
natures,
But didn’t convince me. Those
tears froze.
Each dead head had a visor of
ice.
And I slept on like a bent finger.
The first thing I was was sheer
air
And the locked drops rising in
dew
Limpid as spirits. Many stones lay
Dense and expressionless round
about.
I didn’t know what to make of it.
I shone, mice-scaled, and
unfolded
To pour myself out like a fluid
Among bird feet and the stems
of plants.
I wasn’t fooled. I knew you at
once.
Tree and stone glittered, without
shadows.
My finger-length grew lucent as
glass.
I started to bud like a March
twig:
An arm and a leg, and arm, a leg.
From stone to cloud, so I
ascended.
Now I resemble a sort of god
Floating through the air in my
soul-shift
Pure as a pane of ice. It’s a gift.

Sylvia Plath.

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‘PASSPORT’ -A POEM BY MAHMOUD DARWISH !

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“Passport”

They did not recognize me in the
shadows
That suck away my color in this
Passport
And to them my wound was an
exhibit
For a tourist Who loves to collect
photographs
They did not recognize me,
Ah… Don’t leave
The palm of my hand without the
sun
Because the trees recognize me
Don’t leave me pale like the
moon!
All the birds that followed my
palm
To the door of the distant airport
All the wheatfields
All the prisons
All the white tombstones
All the barbed Boundaries
All the waving handkerchiefs
All the eyes
were with me,
But they dropped them from my
passport
Stripped of my name and
identity?
On soil I nourished with my own
hands?
Today Job cried out
Filling the sky:
Don’t make and example of me
again!
Oh, gentlemen, Prophets,
Don’t ask the trees for their
names
Don’t ask the valleys who their
mother is
From my forehead bursts the
sward of light
And from my hand springs the
water of the river
All the hearts of the people are
my identity
So take away my passport!

Mahmoud Darwish.
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‘LOVE SONG’ -A POEM BY JOSEPH BRODSKY !

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“LOVE SONG”

If you were drowning, I’d come
to the rescue,
wrap you in my blanket and pour
hot tea.
If I were a sheriff, I’d arrest you
and keep you in the cell under
lock and key.
If you were a bird, I ‘d cut a
record
and listen all night long to your
high-pitched trill.
If I were a sergeant, you’d be my
recruit,
and boy i can assure you you’d
love the drill.
If you were Chinese, I’d learn the
languages,
burn a lot of incense, wear funny
clothes.
If you were a mirror, I’d storm
the Ladies,
give you my red lipstick and puff
your nose.
If you loved volcanoes, I’d be lava
renlentlessly erupting from my
hidden source.
And if you were my wife, I’d be
your lover
because the church is firmly
against divorce.

JOSEPH BRODSKY.

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