My Clarion Call for Peace

I call for peace as all the hearts shed tears,

The people are in woes, the world, in throes.

Like birds in cage, they are in jaws of fears.

On hurling bombs at them, the knell echoes.

Disorders, all rifts stream in wrath to wars,

The strong to make the weak the slave full-free.

The race, the caste, the creed and all the bars

Ill-treat them all as thralls in act full-spree.

 

With all know, man resorts to violent acts,

That man-to-man relation, life on land,

The base, the home of peace to man in facts.

It’s all, the meanest, man to feel high hand.

Let all on land enjoy relations true,

To transcend borders, all confines’ purview.

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METVERSE MUSE

June 2022 Vol.69 & 72 

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WAR VERSUS PEACE

A model nation, surely not to wage

A war against a free-loving nation,

It’s most inhuman act, its false passion.

History hates to see life-loss in page.

It loves full peace, no atom blast in rage,

At bay, it keeps death-wail, dreading mission,

Ukraine as prey to Russian-invasion

To cause full tears, all fears, the race-outrage.

While forces all to smash-to-ash all days

With arms, unleashing violence, marring peace,

The laws: “No strong to rise, no weak to fall.”

The leader, waging wars, should stop the ways

To shatter peace, and offer all fresh lease,

A new sunrise, a ray of hope life all.

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METVERSE MUSE
Nos. 70 & 72 Double Issue - June 2022

ROBUST YOUTH

Youth is so robust

That it glows in glamour

That it thrives in vigor

Like Spring in lust;

Its wants, so speedy

Like the horse in gallops

Like the birds on hilltops

Like acts, ever ready;

It is a driving force

With the limbs vivacious

With the mind stupendous

In the living course;

It is surely evident

In the rays of the hot sun

To have everything won

In youth to present;

It is a mount river

To fall from the blue sky

It is a tide to rise far high

In the ocean treasure;

It is a sweet dream

That glitters in transience;

Time shatters its eminence

In its endless stream;

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METVERSE MUSE

Nos. 70 & 72 Double Issue - June 2022

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No sooner did I lift my hand
Than he did so with a command;
I opened my eyes very, very wide
He also did so well with all pride;
I puzzled much at what he did
He followed me all like a kid;
My eyes found him shrug on and on
In imitation of my action going on;
I sincerely threw my possible smile
That echoed his response for a while;
Then I tried my chance to scorn him
He too did the same to the brim;
My eyes scattered at him a stare
Evinced he, with equivalent care;
In me a stop arose all of a sudden
His tempo, I found, sure to gladden;
His imitation prompted me to try
Always to know all those why;
His words related the tale of a lion
Its roar, the well echoed in the coin.

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METVERSE MUSE
Nos. 70 & 72 Double Issue - June 2022 

THE IRONY OF LIFE

 Infinite are the clashes between the two,

All what we want and what takes place;

Life is the best teacher to teach all true.

A child wishes to wear the youthful face,

Fanciful mind to reflect flowery charms,

Mock at their diminishing in time's pace.

Life is a texture thin-spun in time's arms,

A slave with the shackles but it all feigns

To be free like a free bird to live on farms;

The bud craves for its blooms for shines,

Perfumes, honey abundant for bliss-offer

But hates to fade and fall in time's reigns;

Life loves twinkles for glittering stature

Time carves wrinkles in its cold capture.

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METVERSE MUSE

Nos. 70 & 72 Double Issue - June 2022

DEEP LOVE

Love! You are, indeed, so pure,

That you ever beggar description;

Love! They are so poor for sure,

That they never trigger a definition;

Love! Hidden are your treasures;

They can never view your stature

So open are your great pleasures;

They can never spell your power.

They have their own appreciation

For physical charms; selfish claims;

They have their own recognition

For parochial goals; false fames;

The dove’s lesson can’t sermonize

For they are blind to your excellence

The cloud’s sermon not to realize

For they are blunt to your eminence;

When you start, you know no ending

They learn that you are pragmatic

You have no demise but bearing

This is the true critique of a critic.

Published

METVERSE MUSE

Nos. 70 & 72 Double Issue - June 2022