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  How can I like these things

  More than makers of them?

  Not a Blake's line that rings!

  I sing for every men.

  Many Marwells, Hopkins

  And the like sing His praise

  What if I ignore kins?

  How will human I raise?

  He dwells in every soul

  Isn't human heart my shrine?

  I don't pursue big goal

  My Gods in my lines shine.

  Chapter 43: Money Rings all the Ways!

  Money rings all the ways!

  And haunts us nights n days!

  The child asking Pa for goodies annoyed

  Love n parental care are clearly cloyed

  Blessings are weighed with the digital coins

  Hark! This perturbed poor partly preacher says!

  Money rings all the ways!

  And haunts us nights n days!

  Pledge of friendship is steered by golden cord

  Things n things, ha! More things are worldly Lord

  Monetary robe now pious learning donned

  Crying for offspring, singer sways n prays!

  Money rings all the ways!

  And haunts us nights n days!

  Nuptial thread snapped by this filthy lucre

  Blinded digressed can't say gold from pewter

  Daughter weeping alone in darkened room

  Old man had sent her with rubies on trays!

  Money rings all the ways!

  And haunts us nights n days!

  Chapter 44: A Fistful of Sky

  I got my fistful of sky

  at dawns and dusks.

  They got load full of lies

  in frowns and musks.

  I prisoner of my thoughts

  in lighthouse of mine.

  They revelers of plots

  in playhouse and wines.

  My pothole gives wings

  to flights of mind.

  Your world whole cuts wings

  to be confined.

  My Jesus whispers to me

  from the space of mine.

  Your God remains asleep

  in palaces nine.

  Chapter 45: I Won’t Cry Now, Mama

  I won't cry now, Mama, I won't cry now

  I know who I am, my tears are dry now.

  Amersfoort's windmills send the moans of past

  Dear uncle was the last to breathe his last.

  Dutch cheese still reeks with the decaying souls

  Demonic Swastika shamed divine last.

  I won't cry now, Mama, I won't cry now

  Who rules this wonderful world I know now.

  I went to Arbeitsdorf, the shrine of deads

  Now skulls greet the visitors with bowed heads.

  In Bredtvet the sun no more shines on snow

  I wandered yonder picking broken threads.

  I won't cry now, Mama, I won't cry now

  Why the caged bird sings, sure I know now.

  Auschwitz hides the burned charred mothers & sons

  Banjica contributed to killed with guns

  Belzec razed under the Panzer's rollers

  Shall I count myself among lucky ones?

  I won't cry now, Mama, I won't cry now

  I am nearing my century, way out now.

  Chapter 46: Stage

  Ear-piercing ebullient angelic call

  Nectar divine for the mother in bliss

  Toddler tumbles & sways ‘ere the fall

  Arms extend embrace a motherly kiss.

  A tearful farewell after thirty years

  Rider to the sea now vanished from sight

  Teary tale, Irish wail, for passing ears

  A daffy drop trying in starry night.

  Every mother yearns for resurrection

  Those images hazy in old memory lane

  Sans tears the heavenly plan’s perfection

  Madonna’s Son performed a divine game.

  Chapter 47: What Heart Says?

  The Balladeer’s moan to electric beat

  Journey of ages in the game of word

  Homer to Keats many thousands repeat

  Endeavored vainly proud mysterious world.

  A twig to leaf to leafy big green tree

  Cycle of known yet infinite surmises

  Bound in civilized chains but calls him free

  How surely human dies donning disguises!

  Imposed peace suffers false religious win

  Many a Baraks versioned solutions

  Shameless awards support pot bellied grin

  Poor poet lost in formal revolutions.

  Where faith and love do the trick with smile

  Never let in your progress fake and vile.

  Chapter 48: Say what you Will

  Divinity sold in bundles for ages

  Proving their right to auction their beliefs

  How reverently they turn Holy pages!

  My God subtly lives in me, my relief.

  Priest Mullah Pundit Rabbi all in dark

  To prove own creed better is only quest

  Miss the music of goodness that I hark

  Every day a divine birth: night Frost’s rest.

  Fearful in their own world of deception

  Wrongly assured of their places in heaven

  Threat of hell, don’t take other direction

  Disguised as peacock is this dark raven.

  No Book, no Gospel, no Mantra I selling

  Love and goodness is His only dwelling.

  Chapter 49: Had I Known..?

  A lifetime of struggles alone

  Wanton ways went haughty desire

  Naked arrival in new home

  Final repose in shroud of mire.

  Had I this transformation known

  Could I have jumped in sweating fire?

  Shouldn’t I have lived a life forlorn

  Being immersed in Her fife and lyre?

  Heard melodies jingle of bell

  Unheard I missed for earthly hell!

  Chapter 50: Join the Choir

  Ding ding ding the coins are ringing

  You sing too, for I am singing.

  Cling to me and fly to heaven

  Bagful of dreams I am bringing.

  Work hard now for better future

  But help does this filthy lucre.

  Moral they teach with their fake smiles

  Knowledge sells this pious tutor.

  Ding ding ding the coins are ringing

  You sing too, for I am singing.

  Be happy when twenty seven

  Bagful of dreams I am bringing.

  Don’t apply these teachings in life

  False promises flow from my fife

  Everyday will be nine-eleven

  Real life is torn with hate and strife.

  Ding ding ding the coins are ringing

  You sing too, for I am singing

  Hark to this deceptive maven

  Bagful of dreams I am bringing.

  Chapter 51: Even Death will Turn Face

  Don’t love me so much lest I go insane,

  Scary the thought that I be left alone,

  Eternal agony in lovers’ game

  Even death will turn face from blissful home.

  Never asked God for anything to this day,

  One more breath shall I ask, that too for you,

  Wishing to kiss your fettered feet of clay,

  Even death will not come if I be sans you.

  Worldly rituals frighten me as ever,

  Unheard song be left unsung smites my soul,

  Duet divine without you can ring never,

  Even dark death will shrink from final role.

  Fife sans notes in this universal dark,

  Who shall I play it for if you don’t hark?

  Chapter 52: Demonic Queen of Waves!

  Tsunami! You demonic qu
een of waves

  Your Deadly Might fairly well known to all.

  Is God accomplice who rarely saves?

  Who can escape witnessed watery wall?

  Baby sucking milk sucked fatal brine

  Coaster School boy swept away by roaring knell

  The Sun of fate haply forgot to shine

  Your deathly dance brought a grotesque hell!

  Nature dwelt in poesy since great Greek time

  Bard and Wordsworth flourished on her beauty

  You bent on inciting dark poetic line

  Won’t Japanese hate you as a duty?

  Let human world praise you in pleasant forms

  Please don’t suffer us to die like poor worms!

  Chapter 53: My Dimpled Fairy

  A Sonnet to my Love

  Young hearts met and went their separate ways,

  Lost in fancies of love and shining rays.

  Then innocence led to wanton desire,

  True lovers got lost in physical mire.

  He kept the fire kindling for one score years,

  She never smiled at him for worldly fears.

  He saw her happy and laughing in crowd,

  Her lovely dimple displayed n she was proud.

  Time brought them together when shine vanished,

  Bodies satiated but hearts were famished.

  He smiled again with threatening alarms,

  She rushed and forgot her in loving arms.

  Their love canonized without exhibition,

  They love each other without inhibition.

  Chapter 54: What have we Earned?

  Dark, damp, distant past of philistine night,

  Sends ghosts of terror in ethnic disguise;

  To negate and abolish all that is right,

  Stifling divine values of love we prize.

  Success and glory dividing sword of hate,

  Judas everywhere selling Lords of blasts;

  Dismembered bodies of human fate,

  Crying hearts of pure souls, with light of masks.

  Lines shedding tears of blood on prophet here,

  Maligning bright hope of heaven of love;

  Has centuries of strife brought God near?

  Is He repenting from His seat above?

  Begin a festival of love and smiles,

  Cover happily the miles assigned.