Opinion

perspectives

Significance of insignificance
P K Routray
Set ablaze was a forest,
Fire was at its intense best.
Away flew each bird in the forest leaving its nest,
fled also lions, deer and animals the rest

How can you write a story about a near death experience escaping a burning block of flats if you’ve never been trapped inside a fire-engulfed building?

Oh God. Why do we spend our time, the only time we have on this planet, in this way? Over 7 billion people, one life each, no guarantee of its length, no money back if unsatisfied.

A thought on thoughts
P K Routray

Psychologists categorize the thoughts based on three concepts
considering pathological, logical and emotional aspects.

Love and Jealousy
P K Routray

To each success around,
if jealous one is found
then he loves none
even to self of his own.
If one is never jealous
to everybody, he loves

Final Goal
P K Routray
With its grandeur and beauty,
on its banks trees with fruits and flowers in bounty,
on a serpentine path flows a river
with swimming fishes and dancing waves of water.

Plastic, artificial,
disposable, replaceable,
empty and shallow.
The music we worship
and swear by today.

To- Day’s Prayer
P K Routray
I pray to implant in us austerity
on time, money, thought and senses in bounty.

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His ways
P k Routray
To an ocean asked a man,
“Change your water if you can,
Your water is salty,
make it tasty,
you will be great,
as your salty water I hate.
To a cuckoo asked the man

oil

A heart- break
P K Routray
A heart often breaks,
when a relationship cracks,
when the fear for future
apprehends pain and torture,
incidents real or thoughts imaginary

Julia finally clashes with her immediate manager Relgol, feeling pushed to her limits.

Syrian blood is on American hands... dripping down the Greek columns of the White House and spouting out of that fountain into the neatly manicured red flowers that circle it.

When I was just a little lad my mother read to me
A fairy tale by Anderson as I sat on her knee
it was a moral story that I can still recall
About an Emperor most vain.He thought he knew it all

Gentlemen of the jury.
Please, listen to my petition.
There is no cause for such fury
against this happy repetition.

To rhyme is not a crime.
Some rhymes can be sublime;
poetry in its prime

Let me add that I still don't believe in democracy...

Remember wicked lies were told;
remember lives were bought and sold;
that young men, who now won’t grow old,
died to fill rich men’s hands with gold.
Remember now the slaughtered youth

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