Deep Poetry for Sunday, May 22, 2011

I looked up at the sky all I could see were clouds big ones like mashed potato. One looked like a map of the United Kingdom another shaped like Spain. But there amongst these was a beautiful face and it looked like you. Was my mind playing tricks? but I looked up again and it was still there all white and so clear. This beautiful face in the sky put there just for me then it changed and it was gone just like you. Sign in to see full entry.

Somewhere is the cry for bread, Somewhere is the cry for blood. And the party flags are fluttering high Forcing man to wander too low. Tongues are answering our life, Guns are shortening our life. Flags are dividing our heart, Man is becoming a brute. Where are those promises? Where is our mental poise? Where is the call of Indus Valley? Who did steal the treasure of life? Parties are in the first list, Caste and Religion come next. Both together form the political front And the ancient treasure... Sign in to see full entry.