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Little Sins and the Soul

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  *********************** They count the houses, count the years, They count the laughter and the tears; They measure wealth, they measure land, And all the works of human hands. **** Yet every life contains a part No census finds, no charts impart: The hidden landscape of the soul, Where silent reckonings unfold. **** If I were asked to take the count, I would seek a different amount. I'd ask each heart about its pain, The hopes it lost, the dreams that remain. **** I'd measure sorrow, room by room, The hidden grief that walks in gloom; I'd count the wounds no eyes reveal, The silent hurts that never heal. **** But suffering is not all we hide; There is another truth inside: The little sins that pass unseen, Between what is and what has been. **** The sharp reply we should have kept, The promises that overslept; The gentle word we thought-but forgot, The helping hand we offered not. **** No crimson crimes, no broken laws, Just human nature's softer flaws; A fleeting en...

The Mirror That Never Broke (Poem Revised)

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  Look closely at this broken world, Where silent flags remain unfurled. The wars of nations first begin Inside the quiet hearts of men. *** Each cruel act starts silently, Each throne is built through loyalty. Each mighty empire starts to fall When truth exhausts the hearts of all. *** The end need not arrive with flame, Or thunder crying out its name. Sometimes it walks with silent feet, Through minds grown tired and incomplete. *** Through indifference cold and deep, Through endless noise that numbs our sleep, Through consciences that slowly fade Like dying lamps beneath the shade. *** And then they offered paradise: A world untouched by grief or vice. “No hunger here, no tears, no pain, No fear, no loss, no death, no shame." *** Come "worship, serve, obey, belong, And life itself will flow like song.” The weary souls believed the lie Like birds that trust a darkened sky. *** Behind the holy golden frame The hidden red beam softly came. It wore a mask of spotless white And...

The Last Hope

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  And yet- Somewhere, A stranger still helps another stranger. A mother still sings over a sleeping child. A tired hand still plants a tree Whose shade it may never live to see. . Somewhere, A soul still chooses kindness When cruelty would be easier. . Perhaps that is how humanity survives: Not through power, Nor through conquest, But through small acts of light Refusing surrender to the dark. . So let us not become Machines wrapped in flesh, Or crowds without conscience, Or minds without mercy. . Let us remain human. Let us question loudly, Love deeply, And stand guard over truth Even when truth stands alone. . For if meaning dies completely, The world will continue turning- But humanity will already be gone. . And history will remember us Not as monsters, Not as gods, But as a civilization That had everything Except wisdom.

The Forgotten Human

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  The Forgotten Human ************************ We have conquered oceans, Split the atom, Touched distant planets, And taught machines to imitate thought. . Yet still A child cries from hunger. Still War feeds upon the young. Still The poor bury dreams While the rich decorate emptiness. . Humanity learned how to fly like birds, And swim like fish, But forgot the ancient art Of living as humans.

The Betrayal of Light

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  The lamp still burns- A flicker in the vast darkness,   Yet it no longer guides with gentle hand,   But blinds the weary traveler,   Confusing shadows for truth,   Leading hearts astray in its glare.    ***  Even the stars, distant and silent,   Watch from their eternal heights,   Witnessing a world unraveling- As humanity trades its soul   For fleeting applause, for hollow praise,   For illusions that fade with dawn.     *** Oh,blind Light!  Ancient guide of wandering souls-   When did you begin to serve the shadows?   When did your glow turn cold and distant,   Your warmth replaced by a harsh, unforgiving glare?      *** Wisdom once a gentle beacon,   A harbor in the storm,   Now drifts into arrogance-  A fortress built on pride,   Deaf to the whispers of humility.  ...

The Time Flood

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  The Time Flood  ***************** Time no longer walks beside humanity. It runs ahead like a flood in a monsoon night- Mud-stained, furious, merciless- Dragging broken promises, shattered faiths, And the corpses of forgotten dreams Across the drowning earth. // Men wave flags like weapons, Color against color, Brother against brother, While power sits above them all Smiling like a king watching gladiators bleed. // The wolves no longer hide in forests. They speak from podiums, Wear sacred symbols, And call destruction “destiny.” // Crowds follow them Like moths circling poisoned fire, Dancing proudly Toward their own ashes.

The Age of Noise

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  We built our cities out of glass and light, Yet filled their veins with loneliness. The streets glow brighter than the stars, But human hearts grow dimmer every year. Every tongue now speaks at once, Yet truth survives like a starving orphan Sleeping beneath the bridges of history. We no longer listen- We only prepare replies. And so the world grows loud While the soul grows silent.