Likhari:English Section,Poems,Seven poems by Rupunder S. Dhillon(3)

Weeping Cities

The Heart Bleeds For Baghdad,
The Heart Pleads For Its People.
Three Thousand Voices Are Sad,
Murdered In Their Steeple.
Two Cultures Set To Clash,
By Corporate Business Cash.
The Soul Screams For New York,
A Quarter Billion Voices Go Mad.

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I First

We Only Like Our View,
Nobody Else’s Is So True.

We Only Love Our Tune,
To All Others We Are Immune.

I Is So Strong,
So Why Bother To Get Along?

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I First

Self Preservation Makes Us Hurt Others.
No Matter If They Are Sister Or Brothers

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New York From Heaven

I Stand Here, Looking Downtown.
I See Smoke, Debris, Powdered Clown.

I Wonder At The Sprinting Spots.
Between The Firemen I Join The Dots.

My Mobile Said ‘ I Love You’
Up Here, It’s A Strange View.

What Did I Do To You?
What Of All I Knew?

Are You Going To Tell
My Children ‘ Daddy’s Dead?’
Those Left Are In Hell.
Now Yours Will Eat Lead.

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Brotherly Love

Romulas And Remus,
Einor And Eric,
Kahn and Abel,
Incredibly Unstable.
This Is Brotherly Love.

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I Swam Through The Sky

I Swam Through The Sky,
I Ran Through The Rye.
I Endangered My Life,
When I Said ‘No’ To The Wife.

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Pop Star

The Modern Poet Is The Pop Star,
Lyrics Sweet, Accompanied By Guitar.

Reaches Out, Masses, Tape And CD,
Flames Of Fame, Hopeful, Near And Free.

Alas, My Audience Has Fled,
Soul, Rock And Dance To Wed.

Who Will Witness My Heart’s Cries?
Stormed To His Shire Like Flies.

Shelley, Byron, Keats And Yeats,
Jagger, Jackson, Prince Them Defeats.

The Modern Poet Is The Pop Star,
Lyrics Of Soul, To Life By Sitar.
(20th April 2007)