|
Menu
|
|
|
Social
|
|
|
|
Articles/Stories Administration
|
|
Edit Poem
Editing Instructions
Please note in the NOTES textbox below that this poem has been edited, do
not put your name, please put as the following: <!--EDITED by moderators
on (Date) for (reasons).--> DO NOT remove the line break (
<br /> ) html coding at the end of each line break, these are
needed to form the correct lines. THE CHEATIf you do not wish to
delete a poem, or a certain part of a poem, and instead would like to send the
url to Mick via PM for confirmation, enclose the entire poem (or part/s thereof)
between <!-- and -->
(ie. <!-- POEM TEXT HERE
-->). This will still save the text, but will make it invisible from
viewing (other than page source view). You could also add before the
<!-- something to the effect of "This Poem under review".
O! My Beloved Country!
Your rivers are flowing in the hills,
Your dates in the pages of history
And you in the dirty slums.
I ask you – when do the dreams of the sickles in the fields be fulfilled?
When the centuries of hunger of the millions be appeased.
All the flags are flying in the sun only for the workers
All the pens are drinking bottles of ink only to express your dreams
In the name of October Revolution only
All the voices are taking oath
But when do your factories become our pillars of triumph
When will the lotuses blossom in the rugged palms of the workers?
How many theories reined under this sky /
and washed the entire earth becoming great deluges-
how many swords of how many religions clashed in this old earth
but the hammers which are ornaments of the human muscles, when do they beat the skies of the Bourgeoisie countries in pieces
and when do they make the sky rain storms of stars-
we are all people , we are all dreams of this country
The complete will of this country is our voice only-
Innumerable days we washed our earth with our tears
and gave the power writing with our blood.
That very power has become death rope around our neck
When does this atrocious day set-
I am asking- when does the great day come when our self respect now being crushed under the iron heels of Govt.Officers and power politics will take revenge.
When do rise again like a great orb of sun with all its glorious rays from the sea-
-Seshendra Sharma
http://seshendrasharma.weebly.com
|
|
|
|
|