The Dirty Thirty Poetry Month - April

#StartingfromDay1 to #Day13

#Thedirtythirty #Day1
Soldiers sacrifice their lives for the country,
Politicians won’t even sacrifice their ego for the country.

#Thedirtythirty #Day2
Dreams are not our fantasies of tomorrow
but our plans for the future.

#Thedirtythirty #Day3
I laugh at those who call themselves animal lovers,
while their bellies are fat with bird, cattle and swine

#Thedirtythirty #Day4
There are two holy rooms outside the temple;
Classroom where knowledge is transmuted,
Bedroom where life is created.

#Thedirtythirty #Day5
“I’ll let you die a widow” he said.
“So I can prepare heaven when you come”

#Thedirtythirty #Day6
Bury your head into my chest,
for it has enough rage to burn darkness into light.

#Thedirtythirty #Day7
He lamented his wife does not understand him.
She wept because her husband’s under stands not only for her.

#Thedirtythirty #Day8
He who leads is a leader,
He who bosses is a boss,
He who complaints and follows will always be a servant.

#Thedirtythirty #Day9
It’s another day,
another page,
another prose,
a good day to compose.

#Thedirtythirty #Day10
Our eyes are not looking above for inspiration,
not looking across in conversation,
but looking below to our phones.
We value electronic devices,
more than conversation and voices.

#Thedirtythirty #Day11
For the time of a full moon,
I at a single meal,
slept on a straw mat,
woke up before dawn and chanted your name
until my tongue swell,
not to receive your grace in exchange,
but to bask in your bliss.
Even if lovers forget to love,
Let me not forget you my golden youthful Lord!

#Thedirtythirty #Day12
She stole my attention by walking,
She stole my thoughts by just looking,
She stole my heart by just smiling,
She strolled towards me and said “Hello”
With a deep bold macho voice,
I stole time by running.

Towards numbers and equations I don’t have inclination,
language and words are my vocation,
reading a good verse daily is my anticipation,
but sitting down for composition,
and completing it with fervor is my satisfaction.

Let go and let God,
Bountiful is what faith accords,
Limitless dreams our minds can create,
Making them true, our actions to emulate,
Boundless indeed is god’s creation,
So start dreaming without reservation!

#Thedirtythirty #Day13
Whiskey too, tasted sweet,
drunk from the cup of her lips.


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