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  349.     

Lagos

Lagos
twin sister of the sun
Cousin of the azure blue skies
Black pearl of the atlantic sea
Your charm and beauty enchant
millions from far away lands.


Lagos
filthy shameless whore
Whose large bossom ocean vessels
caress recklessly
and suckle day and night

Lagos
Mother of market women
Drunk always with pursuit of profit
Reeking always of squalor


Strong loving mother
toiling and hustling daily
In the face of merciless suns
And in the chill of murderous nights
To feed your bastard children



Lagos
Mother of a household of commotion
Mother of a thousand shanty households
Mother of a million starving children
Lagos you are my sweet mother.

Ever happy mother
what sin have you committed
to make your children treat
you so callously?
Burdened by their incessant needs
you no longer walk with dignified shoulders
Your graceful and elegant poise
now replaced with the faltering
uncoordinated dance of a raving lunatic.


Lagos my sweet kind mother,
see how miserable you have become
carrying the bitter burden of
caring for your countless
see how like a hunchback you
bear the brunt of catering for them
staggering
and
stumbling
and
cursing always
like a drunken masquerade under
the yoke of their daily demands


Tell me, mother would these
rascal children of yours
who gather daily in large
numbers to feast at your table.
These callous children who steal
food out of your mouth and fight
over your property
would they still gather
around you when you
no longer have any food to give them?

Dear mother, remember it was you who
lured us all away from our
fathers' fields and farmlands
into your atlantic palour
Remember, mother that it was you who
plucked all of us from the sweet suckle
of our mothers' breasts to live in your house
Remember oh lagos how you enticed us all
with promises of wealth and fine wine
Remember your promise of the good life
And now you forsake us all!
Oh how we starve at
your table, mother!


 
Henry Isiekwe

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  350.     

The Shadow-Child

Why do the wheels go whirring round,
Mother, mother?
Oh, mother, are they giants bound,
And will they growl forever?
Yes, fiery giants underground,
Daughter, little daughter,
Forever turn the wheels around,
And rumble-grumble ever.

Why do I pick the threads all day,
Mother, mother,
While sunshine children are at play?
And must I work forever?
Yes, shadow-child; the live-long day,
Daughter, little daughter,
Your hands must pick the threads away,
And feel the sunshine never.

Why do the birds sing in the sun,
Mother, mother,
If all day long I run and run,
Run with the wheels forever?
The birds may sing till day is done,
Daughter, little daughter,
But with the- wheels your feet must run—
Run with the wheels forever.

Why do I feel so tired each night,
Mother, mother?
The wheels are always buzzing bright;
Do they grow sleepy never?
Oh, baby thing, so soft and white,
Daughter, little daughter,
The big wheels grind us in their might,
And they will grind forever.

And is the white thread never spun,
Mother, mother?
And is the white cloth never done,
For you and me done never?
Oh yes, our thread will all be spun,
Daughter, little daughter,
When we lie down out in the sun,
And work no more forever.

And when will come that happy day,
Mother, mother?
Oh, shall we laugh and sing and play
Out in the sun forever?
Nay, shadow-child, we'll rest all day,
Daughter, little daughter,
Where green grass grows and roses gay,
There in the sun forever.
 
Harriet Monroe

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  351.     

I am Gaza, 'Mother of all Prisons'

A piece of Africa in Asia.
Thirst, hunger and hysteria.
I am Gaza, 'Mother of all Prisons'.

Expanse of unexplored sea.
Here each child is born unfree.
I am Gaza, 'Mother of all Prisons'

Walls of steel and concrete.
Freedom confined to streets.
I am Gaza, 'Mother of all Prisons'.

They're born and will die here.
Must live in shadows of fear.
I am Gaza, 'Mother of all Prisons'.

Bulldozed houses in ruins.
Within them the playful urchins.
I am Gaza, 'Mother of all Prisons'.

Fire rains from time to time.
Asking for freedom is crime.
I am Gaza, 'Mother of all Prisons'.

Stop screaming, O mother!
Here lay dead your brother.
I am Gaza, 'Mother of all Prisons'.

Like Hitler Jailers are strong.
Much above right and wrong.
I am Gaza, 'Mother of all Prisons'.

Hitler's foes walk in his steps.
Each day cruelty oversteps.
I am Gaza, 'Mother of all Prisons'.

Inside calvary and martyrdom.
Outside cowardice is dumb.
I am Gaza, 'Mother of all Prisons'.

On world map I am just a dot.
But still era's big black spot.
I am Gaza, 'Mother of all Prisons'.
I am Gaza, 'Mother of all Prisons'.
 
Md. Asadullah

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  352.     

Prayer of Navratri

Benevolent mother, Goddess Durga!
You are the mother of universe
You are the strength of the deities.

Mother! we fully devote, to you;
the first nine sacred days of autumn
and the first nine sacred days of spring.

Mother! accept my prayer and worship
of the Navratris, your holy nine nights
and keep blessed in your all manifestations.

Form of mother nature, Mother Shailputri!
Daughter of mountain king Himalaya!
bestow us the power and energy.

The gorgeous form, Mother Brahmcharini!
let the world live sacred and pure,
let the universe be filled with love and peace.

Having three eyes, Mother Chandraghanta!
holding crescent moon on your head,
establish justice and fairness in the world.

Holding eight hands, Mother Kushmaanda!
provide all and every thing we need
to survive and for the comfortable live.

Mother Skand Mata! The Goddess of fire!
give us power and wisdom to distinguish,
the right from the wrong and follow truth.

Mother Kaatyayini! Riding on lion
You persistently battle against the evil;
continue to slay bad and deceitful entities.

Hey Maa Kaalratri! Shubhamkari
Destroyer of the darkness and fear
don’t let the evils grow and keep us fearless.

Riding on bull, Mother Maha Gauri!
liberate the world of evil forces
and radiate the peace in the universe.

Mother Sidhidaatri! The greatest power
You’re invincible power, giver of boons to Gods;
keep us blessed and fulfil our wishes.
 
S.D. TIWARI

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