The Dirty Thirty Poetry Month - April - Part 3

#theDirtyThirty #Day21 #culture

Indian mothers who find brides for their sons,
'She should be educated, nice girl and cultured' they say.
Everybody wants a nice girl, but cultured, let me see,
Your son can't converse in his mother tongue, is he cultured?
Your son doesn't know his clan and it's history, is he cultured?
Your son does not know his traditions and practices, is he cultured?
The only culture your son has is what he eats!
Yet you have the audacity to look for a cultured girl for him?


#thethirthydirty #Day22 #lettertochildofwar

I empathize that you are,
cut by crime,
bruised by bullets,
wounded by war,
Each day would look dark and daunting.
Always keep in thought that darkness has its time,
for it must give way to light of day.
When light of peace shine, you will be smiling,
till that day dear child, hold on,
and believe in the words of our peaceful grandfather Gandhi when he said,
'There has been tyrants and murderers, and for a time, they seem invincible. But in the end, they always fall - think of it, always '


#thethirthydirty  #Day23 #villanelle

Life is a beautiful dance,
With time as tune for dance,
Living life is a performance.

Each movement is also expression,
Over time a wonderful repetition,
Life is a beautiful dance.

Each thought is a posture,
Design to create or rupture,
Living life is a performance.

Growing up we learn different steps,
From good and bad our life maps,
Life is a beautiful dance.

Tutelage and guidance from the environment,
Even malice is a tool for betterment,
Living life is a performance.

Teachers would come and go,
For each class a performance they show,
Life is a beautiful dance.

Loving another with a romantic tune,
By being venerable and not immune,
Living life is a performance.

When music stops, so would the dance,
Curtains come down marking the end of performance,
Life is a beautiful dance,
Living life is a performance.


#thethirthydirty  #Day24 #freewrite

I fought my battles standing strong,
With my belief's, it's nothing wrong.

I worked so hard and stood my ground,
I'm standing here with my crown.

I'm never gonna go back,
I'm not gonna change track.

I made my world just for me,
I'm sharing with my friends and family.

This is where I belong,
Being carefree humming freedom's song.


#thethirthydirty  #Day25 #money

Calculating of currencies creates condescending cruel crowd of cost conscious cosmopolitans.

We calculate the cost of house not homes,
We calculate the cost of medicine not care,
We calculate the cost of weddings not marriage,
We calculate the cost of education not learning.

Calculating character than currencies can create a community coexisting with cooperative consciousness.


#thethirthydirty  #Day26 #magic

Magic is when the act of lust, creates life,
Magic is when mothers blood becomes milk,
Magic is when the child's laughter is sweeter than music,
Magic is when the flower bud blooms to the sun,
Magic is when a smile brightens up someone Else's day,

Magic is when little things in life gets noticed.


#thethirthydirty  #Day27 #funny

Ding dong bell,
The Nun died and went to hell, Cast to the devil's lair,
She found Reverend Father there,
She burst out 'You too in the devil's keeping?',
Father said 'Shh.... Next cell, the Pope is sleeping'


#thethirthydirty  #day28 #freewrite

We count daily on happenings around us,
While we count on others, they count on us too.

Politician count the votes,
While voters count the trust.

Students count the lessons,
While teachers count the fees.

Employers count the hours,
While employees count their effort.

Player count their game,
While supporters count their scores.

Bank count the interest,
While borrowers count the repayment.

He counts the good times,
While she counts his loyalty.

Men counts his fortune,
While God counts their deeds.



#thethirthydirty  #day29 #limerick

She stripped and laid naked,
He stripped as he got excited,
But he could not get up standing,
All he did was panting,
She left the room frustrated.

#thethirthydirty  #day29 #limerick

He wanted a good time, sexual,
More than his hands provided, habitual,
He took the lady and paid his money,
She stripped, he notice something uncanny,
He popped his cherry with a transexual 


#thethirthydirty  #day30 #goodbye

A month of poetry,
With words of sultry,
We made conversations envy,
As our prose stood dainty,
As we write, we read,
Our minds professed,
On keyboard our fingers pressed,
Writing to theme,
Writing to thought,
Writing to express,
Writing to impress,
With words we did not suppress,
By reaching day 30, we end writing here,
But the end of poetry is never near,
My thoughts via prose would continue to smear.

#thethirthydirty  #day30 #goodbye

Goodbyes are permanent they say,
Out of sight out of mind, 
Only for those who are unkind,
Farewells vary from pompous parties to somber handshake,
Both reminding  each other that bonds should not break,
time would come and we would be yonder,
but distance make the heart grow fonder.


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