Pg poems

Some in the villages and some in the towns is where we were born Living a crofters life, a life right from the abyss targeting to reach the top,  Education is what we were told would be our key, to open our gates from the abyss, education is what we always yearned for,  Yet we could never get the one we wanted, we wanted to get the best of it from the Alliances or from the group of schools, so that we could also be essential in the society some day, yes some day, Oh, some day, in the dawn of new cerulean flower. ‘Education is merely not got by schooling’, our wise counsellor nannas always mentioned, and therefore, they taught us how to be meek, How to acknowledge the educated, how to avoid arguments And how to be ready to work for them since we could not render the cheddar for schooling. We rarely could cope up with our nannas counsels,  Yet it was the only option, we wanted to school,  But the schooling would only come after a hustle; Our napped backs ha...

For those of you who are here, for business, for touring, and for farce Watching this pity amusement, practicing clowning and forcing tears, Sitting here and drinking, admiring my beautiful eternal house Speaking, and storytelling, praising me go. I have a couple of things to say, won’t take much your time I understand you loved me, you’ve weep a lot, and time may not be on your side. But if you try thinking of it - nothing, nobody actually did You could have saved my life. A lot could have been through in a half a second And in the time you will listen to this message You could have done a lot, so much could have been changed You could have saved my life. But since you live in a busy world,  I suffered lonely spells in the hospital, because the bill was too high  And nobody wanted to be a peasants’ associate  The time it takes to hear, my rants and last goodbyes in my interment, You could have used it to make a gift for your loved ones You could hug your sist...

That 14th February, warm valentine day I remember Meeting you in Finland club, rain dancing I remember approaching you paralyzed by terror But now your prodigy is gone, gone And forever gone. I remember the clouds coming down, showering rain unto us As rain our love multiplied one by one The mushroom of love grew day by day So sweet love was. But now I glide along your eternal house Now bitter tears roll down my cheek You’ve gone. Well losing you is like losing my blood I wish the clouds lament for me I will still remember

She knew a lot, to forge darkness To call the devil for a convocation Around the middle tree Encircled by the serpent The genius of herself  Made gobshite of men rabble around her Like sand of the sea Procuring everything she were hawking The genius of herself Made her receive trolley approvals Made her triumph Nobel titles Made her secure several jobs, a norm Made her triumph a lousy prize - The virus Nature imposes tears down our eyes,  But reason, finds it difficult

We live a life where every part of our body is busy A life full of puzzles that hands have to fill A life full of depression that brains have to solve A life full of hunger that the stomachs have to suffer A life full of journeys that legs have to walk All this is aimed to – Making life at least simple. A life, puzzled All day by side of graves Filled up with mourners all along We cry and cry, cry and cry But in the end All we’re looking for Is a simple life! A life, depressed Browsing over the files in our brains Corrupted with the lust for money We think and think, think and think But in the end All we’re looking for Is a simple life! A life, hungered Scuffling on the walls of our stomachs Bored with ulcers We throb and throb, throb and throb But in the end All we’re looking for is A simple life! A life, long journeyed Walking through the savannah grasslands Tied up with knots all the way We fall and rise, fall and rise But in the end All we're looking for is A simple life! We ar...