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Seven is a number having many shades

Seven are the colours of a rainbow

Seven stars form milky-way in the sky

 

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Seasons come and go
life goes on.

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Poetry Month

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P1100665Poem walks in the Deserted Streets at Night.

P1100444P1100442Fragrance of Spring Blooms Camellia smiles through my window the soft pink petals bloom the paths are covered with lilac lavender.

Two eyes look through the window
amazed at the benedictions of the nature.
I smell the fragrance of poetry blooming in April
as always and everyday a new poem
is being written on the petals of the flowers
and  on the fresh green leaves.

The two naked eyes of a woman can still see
through the parted curtains
through the iron bars of the traditions.

In this poetry season so many things
hang around on the tip of my pen

pulsating to form a poem:                                                                                                                       A woman is still being stoned somewhere                                                                           a woman is still being raped somewhere
a woman is being beaten to death somewhere

People are seeking freedom of thought
freedom of speech freedom to live                                                                                               seeking safety, respect and dignity                                                                                                   running for their lives                                                                                                                           disowning their countries                                                                                                                 seeking asylum from other lands                                                                                              drowning in the ocean on the way to freedom                                                                                   and dying instead.

Poetry month will go on and                                                                                                          many hearts wailing would go on                                                                                                       under the dark skies                                                                                                                                 a poem walks through the deserted places                                                                                         on the blood drenched streets of the city                                                                                             where every night shooting happens like fire crackers
and every night a number of young boys are injured                                                                    and one or two lost their lives….

I want to pen all the sadness and pain.                                                                                                 I want to tell the lamenting and crying mother                                                                                        whose heart bleeds with her young son                                                                                                             caught in between the cross-firing of madness                       if my words can stop her heart bleeding….

A new poem is being written                                                                                                          about all the centuries old issues                                                                                                  while thinking poetry in the moment                                                                                         frozen in the dead of the night
walking on the concrete sidewalk
I just stumbled on a big pothole                                                                                                        and fell backward landed on my right wrist.

And after… …                                                                                                                                               I could not even hold a pen in my hand                                                                                                   not even the mouse neither could I click                                                                                     with my fingers those letters                                                                                                               on the keyboard  to form a poem!

And the poetry month would be gone by                                                                                           leaving me with this incomplete poem and pain.

And the poem continues.

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11.11.Remembering

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Thanksgiving Day! Remembering those who sacrificed their lives for freedom and honour.                                                                                            
 
 
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“ਫਲੈਂਡਰ ਦੇ  ਖੇਤਾਂ  ਵਿਚ”
 
 

To Mother

.PEACE ON EARTH.

By Surjeet Kalsey

No More War!
Common people are being killed
everyday everywhere in the world
Paris, Syria, Lebanon, Afghanistan,
Egypt, Israel, India and Pakistan
name any country –
not the rulers, not the policy makers
not the order holders, not the rulers!
This is not the war of eye-for-eye even
This is a war waged by an intoxicated
blind power of one country to hold
its power over other countries
to deplete their wealth and
to bleed their resources and to sell their
own firearms and ammunition, tanks
machine guns and expensive war jets.
It is a war of world market of war toys!
War kills innocent people – children, women
old civilians and hundreds of soldiers!
And no one is listening that
War leaves millions mothers heart broken
and makes millions widows and orphans
and brings heart wrenching disasters
and sickening poverty and diseases.
The world was listening when he said:
“We Can” when came in power
the world was energized with his two words
as the world was listening his voice.
But why can’t Obama say – “No More War”
to bring PEACE on this earth!

Because war is a profitable business
doesn’t matter how many innocent people
are being sacrificed every day.

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One Zero Zero Justice – Komagata Maru!

It is going to be a century soon
Komagata Maru, a mighty ship
From the West appeared
on the surface of the ocean
in 1914 sometimes in June
near Vancouver’s sea shore
with 376 Indians were on board.

After a long sea sickening journey
their faces lit up they felt thrilled
and their hearts started dancing
once they saw the birds were chirping,
the air was fragrant with vegetation
and a glimpse of soil was shining there!
The tardiness of the long journey
disappeared for a moment

The next moment all the glow
Turned yellow when they saw
the troops holding their guns
towards the ship ordering them
to return right away in the same
waters they came from.

The starved, restless, sleepless
Tormented passengers of
the Komagata Maru were sent back
after 75 days’ legal battle arguing over
the legitimacy and illegitimacy of
human lives in distress, hunger and sickness.
Most passengers when reached Calcutta
at Bujbuj Ghat shore were shot dead by the
British-Indian forces to win over humanity
and to punish those who defied the rule
they rule supposed to be giving equal right
and equal British status to all their subjects
no matter where they go!

A century is a long time,
one zero zero years,
it took that long
to the Canadian justice to bring
the change by using their
thousands intellectual officers
administrators, law makers and
spending millions of dollars at last
to learn how to treat people
as humans with respect and dignity!
Understanding brings Peace!

Mother Earth –Golden Wheat!

Mother earth, I bow my head
putting lotuses on your sacred feet!
You raise us with dignity and grace
by giving us food, water
and warmth in your embrace.

Earth weeps when it sees
tonnes of tonnes wheat
do not go to those mouths
of millions hungry children
but it gets ruined burned with
the unseasonal torrential rain
under the naked sky
We the unthankful children of yours
let it happen and do not save it
from this natural disaster.

The earth – the rich soil of
my land of five rivers: Punjab
irrigated with these waters and
with farmworkers’ blood and sweat
gives us golden wheat and paddy
in abundance in our fields.
The golden ripe crops get
destroyed and ruined in the rain
outside under the weeping sky –
The wheat is grown enough
to feed the whole India and
to keep the hunger away.
But is it God’s will or man’s that
poor and hungry will have to
stay poor and hungry for ever!

Farmworkers and consumers shed tears
Rich and politicians do not see the tears!
The deaf and dumb rulers pamper
their white elephant pets- high officials
with expensive cars for joy riding!
Instead of building storages for grains
Why do hungry and the poor have to wait
until the full stomachs are being over-fed?

The farmers have to watch with their
hearts bleeding, how the enormous tonnes
of wheat being wasted in the markets
on the streets under the naked sky?
Where is the father of the nation today!
O mother! Peace be with you.
No one is there to protect you.

One Zero Zero Struggle – Women!

Women’s struggle continues non-stop
to earn equality, respect and dignity!
March on! March on!

100 years of struggle,
women of the world
keeping alive struggle
for equality, respect and dignity!
Yet we could not reach our destination
there are thorns and stones on the path
our feet bleed get blisters endlessly we march!
March on! March on!

100 years sufferings, a century long history
continues and women suffer and sacrifice
their lives to get free from stigmas, prejudices
and offerings of humiliation from their own.

The morning which we visioned has not come!
The sun which is our own has not shown yet!
The air in which we can breathe is not free yet!
Struggle continues. Peace be with us!
March on! March On!

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This April

Fragrance of Spring

Blooms

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Camellia smiles through my window

the soft pink petals bloom

the paths are covered with lilac lavender

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Two eyes look through the window

and are amazed at the benedictions of the nature.

April is a Poetry Month as always

and everyday a poem is being released

from the iron bars of the traditions.

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A woman is

still being stoned  somewhere

A woman is

still seeking safety, respect and dignity.

April month will go on

the heart’s wailing will go on.

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As long

Within this April………

Every day is a poetry day in April

walking on the concrete sidewalk

stumbled on the pothole

fell backward and landed on my right wrist

After

could not hold a pen in my hand

not even the mouse

nor  can I click with my fingers

the letters on the keybord

to form the words for a poem