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Poems, one of the most beautiful forms of expression. Sometimes they are sonnets, sometimes ballads, sometimes epics, sometimes free verses. Poems are a huge part of me. It takes a lot of work for a collection of words to receive the nomenclature of a poem... 

    These poems give us a great deal of enjoyment and unending entertainment. Personally, I am a budding poet! Shakespeare gave me inspiration to start working on poems with more intricate details. I learnt from him that no matter how ridiculous your topic is termed by the society, you must not give up, as your success shuts their mouth. Not only him, but Robert Frost, Premchand, Ruskin Bond, Adrienne Rich and many others have given a great contribution to the charity called Literature. Poems are a great source of spending or as I say, "investing" time. I myself have currently written more than 30 poems, hoping that it quenches my eternal thirst and urge to attain fame. Through these blogs, I express my heart and soul, via a body called poem...

    Poetry is a really delicate art form which uses each and every ounce of your efforts, and at the same time, is quite easy. This habit makes the writer find allegories in each and every aspect of life. A true poet isn't the one who can just write some words which rhyme, but is the one who can express the universe within a stanza...

    I find my reflection in the poetic water of dark and reflective image of history. These are expressions of my depression and the truth of the world. But, when I sense that there is scope for good in the world of bad, I head out to the pond of joy, nature and mostly romance. Here, I would be sharing my poems frequently, asking for your insight. While commenting, Please start with #myinsight as a token of love...

    The poem presented below is one of my favorites which features the harsh realities of the world today under the pen name of "modernity". My poem, named Le Parasite En Nous shows the world a mirror with no defects. Please read it and let me know you insight...


-Le Parasite En Nous-

The parasite within us


Humans are under attack

Including our minds too,

Our minds are brutally invaded by

Le Parasite En Nous.

It seeped in our infant brains

And cracked our minds in two

The parasite began to grow stronger

As our bodies grew.


People became more cunning,

As far as history knew,

All of these problems caused by

Le Parasite En Nous


Humans stopped the bread

For those with handful needs

The daunting parasite is no less than

A farm that’s sown with weeds.


Officers and designated people

Expect Below the Table Wage

The parasite can’t be stopped from

Its ambitious pillage.


People worship women in the light

And caress them worst in the dark

What is this two sided behavior?

The preying on krill, predating shark?


Humans killed humanity

Making beasts all through

Such is the Arbitrary Reign of

Le Parasite En Nous...


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