h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

A Doomed World
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Some cry,
Some weep,
And others think about lives,
The life under cruel rules,
The rules of religion,
The rules of superior;
The rules of opinion.
You can dream,
You can laugh;
You can enjoy,
But under the veil,
The veil of two worlds.
Where self control is our failure,
Restriction is our success,
The restriction for others,
The very restriction to make life doomed,
Doomed living in the dark world,
The dark world of the women.
Stay there, don't live.
Watch games, don't play;
Don't play the game like football.
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Love in Alone
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I loved you
When you were alone.
I sacrificed all the impulses of life.
I did it for your swelling heart;
We thought evil hours were out of order.
Each phenomenon of nature,
I found in sportive hours of our love.
Sudden rise of commotion,
I found some fire in your eyes;
I was afraid of future.
Uncertainty is the very name of future.
Then your eyes glowing with colors,
The colors you enjoyed three years;
I knew I was not there.
Some day you lost your eye sight;
You slipped into a den-
Where darkness reigned for ever.
All the colors watched you fading.
Some helpless, some happy;
Others bade me to go there.
They confessed:
You are the first love,
You are the first heart;
You are the first beloved.
I obeyed;
I found her,
She is now in heaven;
She is alone in peace.
I am again with you;
You are not alone.
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The Silver Night
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Rising moon;
Silver night,
A most beautiful might.
But somebody avoided it.
Unheeded by some eyes,
The eyes of the East Africa.
If it would have been bread,
The most wanted wheat cake.
Some body looks at the moon;
'Hungry' turns to 'starved'.
Where heart's desire is food,
Beauty is a thing of melancholy.
Silver night,
The night for shelter,
An escaped from scorching heat.
If all the days fade into this silver night!
Oh! imagination!
You are the beauty of life,
The life in barren land.
Feed them;
Bring the real moon,
The universal moon.
They have the right,
The right to swallow the beauty,
The beauty of the silver night.
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The Cruel Mother
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I felt little tremor,
As it is more and more;
Day by day more hostility.
The world is going to be enemy,
Enemy of my life.
I am a mother,
Three kids;
No more two.
I was a mother of three kids.
I enjoyed the pain from beginning to end;
I enjoyed when my heart is cruel,
Cruel in the world of stoicism.
I had nothing to do:
Cry, weep, howling and tears!
All are static;
Vain in the world of reality.
Here scorching heat;
No food,
Death is inevitable.
Please believe me:
I was not born in barren land,
But I begot them in barren land,
No place of the real mother,
The mother of blood and life.
Here dying lives, fading hopes;
Mothers can't help being cruel,
Cruel in East Africa,
The victim of climate change.
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Unheeded Life
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Little hope;
Wide life,
Day and night,
Goes right.
Every morning,
Joyous sun;
Midday heat,
Becomes fun.
Reddish east,
Stopped the game;
New game,
New name.
Hot pan,
Flavors night;
Wheat cake,
Blessed sight.
Happy couple,
Straw pallet;
Real pleasure,
Lusty bed.
Every morrow,
Every night,
Every struggle;
Every fight,
Little hope;
Wide life,
Day and night,
Goes right.
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Save East Africa
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Some tears rained down;
Some evaporated.
Eye lids stood still;
Vision was nil,
Yet, a stain had there,
A little patch of blood.

Come here to watch heart;
Listen its pulse beat,
It was stained;
It was in vain.

What I lost,
Was your thought;
What I worried,
Was yet to be buried.

Burnt field,
Dusty road,
Broken house;
Wizened hope.

I was there with you;
I was here with me.
I was in broken heart,
Little patch of clotting blood.
I had to pass the day,
The day before yesterday.

No medicine, no food;
Vivisection of mother hood.
I am here, East Africa;
Save me first,
Save East Africa.
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The Cuckoo
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Just before evening,
Rumbling of the darkness,
The darkness of the woods;
I did not count the trees,
But realized its immense existence,
It was deeper than deep.

Suddenly I saw a cuckoo,
Well perched in the dim world.
One bird, two eyes;
One vision,
The vision what I saw;
It was motionless and still,
The cause of my boredom.

What I expect a voice;
I waited paying deep attention,
But it did not sing.
I had to come back,
Very few realize the poets;
I stopped to be lusty.
I turned my eyes off;
My ears broke into fire,
The last song of the fast heart;
I forgot to come back.

I saw nothing,
But felt something,
The eternal beauty,
The beauty of the world was floating,
Floating in my trembling heart.

What I saw I can tell;
What I heard I can feel,
I felt the latest beauty of the season,
Light, darkness, shadow and night;
I felt through the thrilling voice.
The beauty of the vision is nice,
But the beauty of the passion is tight,
Very tight to keep, to release, to say-
We are three,
You, I and the cuckoo.
There was only cuckoo and I.
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The Refugee
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A bunch of lives,
A host of camps,
A folk of children;
A swarm of mothers,
The new destination of life.
What they had yesterday,
Was nostalgia today.
Some times some hopes rose in the air.
Oh! Nature!
You are the very name of reminiscence.
Bright day, cloudy morning;
Dying light in the evening.
How happy we were there.
Once a child asked his mother,
'Who makes us refugee?'
Silence is the response of inability.
When the fight for belly was most wanted,
Sectarianism came.
A mother has only one religion-
To save the kids,
To save the future,
The future of the world.
Thousand camps;
Only one problem,
We are not human.
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Tomorrow


Oh! Tomorrow!
Hi! Tomorrow!
Great tomorrow may come.
I am today dreaming high;
Hope tomorrow may come.

Tomorrow is my universe,
Tomorrow is my love.
All the fears live together,
Great tomorrow may come.

You are here,
You are there;
You are in my breath,
Tomorrow is naughty enough;
Some hopes' death.

Still tomorrow rise again,
Spice of life,
Little jest, big tomorrow,
Darkness and light.

Some battles end tomorrow;
Some begin fast.
Peace tomorrow sure comes,
Tomorrow is my lust.
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Famous Game
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Some completed,
Some determined,
Determined to complete,
Complete the power,
Venom power, venom some,
The venom of uranium.

One million at a time,
It was little,
Little to the modern world,
The world of battle.

Dominant or depressed,
It matters nothing,
The thing we need power;
Power needs lives,
Lives need security,
It's nuclear tower.

Climate change,
Tiny matter,
Nature knows well.
Weapons change,
Great step,
Let it be hell.

Necessity!
You are the mother,
Invention and discovery,
Good and evil,
All are here in modern world;
Choice is the devil.
Some need food here,
Some need strength,
Oh! Famous game.
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