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Array ( [sid] => 179303 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => O! My Beloved Country! [time] => 2014-09-19 03:29:52 [hometext] => [bodytext] =>
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
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O! My Beloved Country!

Contributed by seshendra on Friday, 19th September 2014 @ 03:29:52 AM in AEST
Topic: anguished




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




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Re: O! My Beloved Country! (User Rating: 1 )
by sanders on Sunday, 21st September 2014 @ 01:13:30 AM AEST
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This poem has revisited "Long live Revolution" I feel..energetic n enthusiastic write Sir...Hope our beloved country will again free itself from the clutches of corrupted politicians...


Re: O! My Beloved Country! (User Rating: 1 )
by ladyfawn on Monday, 22nd September 2014 @ 08:03:19 AM AEST
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absolutely beautiful, pure poetry....

hugs n' love nessa


Re: O! My Beloved Country! (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 28th September 2014 @ 02:16:43 AM AEST
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I love everything and everyplace
Twas a country
A vision to keep
Always poor
The glue
It was made
For
Took the brunt
And we were fooled

Like fools
pledging oaths beneath
the red sky

I don't want to go
Gracefully
I don't want to go when it's
Too late

I am
A renegade

Like you

We were hopelessly outnumbered
Together we stood
Only hoping to know
Right from Wrong

I am a renegade
I've been a rebel all my days

Some day we will reach the sky
Some dreams refuse to die

I am a renegade
I've been a rebel all my days...

Peace!




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