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  169.     

World of My Own

I don’t need their world
For if I can’t be free
For if they don’t give my actions a freedom
For if they can’t give my thoughts a liberty.

I don’t need their education
For being a rat to a lame rat-race
For molding me as they want
For masking my real face

I don’t need their love
For if it originates not from heart but brain
For if they use it just to fulfill their desires
For if they can’t feel that underlying pain.

I don’t need their society
For if they know nothing but gain
For if they veil their true identity
For if they always have a fake smile to maintain

I have a world of my own
Where everyone is vagabond…born to be free
Where everyone has nothing to lose
Where everyone knows their reality.
Where simplicity dominates the complexness
Where no one knows any delusive trick
Where everyone values his real identity
Where everyone is happy…because they are unique


- - - - - - - - sumit
 
Sawmitra Roy

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  170.     

I Am...

I am in between.
An actor, a spectator.
A child, a grown-up.
Dream and reality.
Brazilian?
German?
English?
My identity crisis is my identity.
And I am trying to keep it.
Trying to stay away from boxes.
Always happy?
Always sad?
I want to be both:
Happy-sad, jumping-crawling my way through life,
With a dancing shadow of Death on my shoulder.
Things in boxes stay in boxes,
Neatly put away where we think we can find them again.
I am determined to jump out,
Like a jack-in-the-box,
Spitting my humour in the face of the world.
 
Thomas Doubting

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  171.     

Haiku - Twin Happiness

twin happiness
identical boys escape
death penalty

helpless over identity
judge frees twins
in drug offence

identity crisis
no sentence for twins
in drug charge

BBC news:
Malaysian identical twin brothers have escaped hanging for drug trafficking as a court failed to decide which brother was the criminal, and cleared both.
A judge in the capital, Kuala Lumpur, said the case was unique and she could not send the wrong person to his death.
In 2003 police arrested one brother found driving drugs to a house. The second twin arrived soon afterwards and was also arrested.
Neither officers nor a DNA test could identify which twin owned the drugs.
Sathis and Sabarish Raj,27, cried in court when they heard the judge say that the prosecution had failed to prove which twin had been arrested first with a car containing 166kg of cannabis and almost 2kg of raw opium.
According to the New Straits Times, the judge told the court: 'I can't be calling the wrong twin to enter his defence. I can't be sending the wrong person to the gallows.'
Execution is mandatory for convicted drugs traffickers in Malaysia
 
john tiong chunghoo

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None Will Be Done Or Repeated

What do you wish to see from me?
Submission.
Weakness.
No depth of identity.
Or integrity I keep.
Mistakes I have admitted.
And my flaws are there to see.
However...
I have submitted to my weaknesses.
And my identity had not always been complete.
But if you believe I have not learned lessons,
I assure you none will be done or repeated...
To allow the same ones for you to teach.
Back off!
 
Lawrence S. Pertillar

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