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| Dharmpal Mahendra Jain |
New Testament
The pages of the old book
Don't seem good to turn over.
So delicate and frail,
I fear they might tear.
This is the only book left
Where the message of love
Still conceives.
Modern volumes
Sleek and silky,
Capture the eye
And seem divine.
Modern gurus
With a charming gaze,
Unveil their version of
Holy places, sins, virtues,
And their consequences.
On these pages
In golden hue,
Lies a tale of hate.
The new book
Finds its way to homes
Far and near for free.
***
The Tongue
The tongue doesn't grow words,
If it did, it would be an aristocrat.
The Masters of sharp words tower over trees,
While the commoners of gentle words
Grow around them and might perish.
The tongue doesn't grow anything,
It's afraid, That many soft words could,
Mock the elite at anytime.
***
Bio: Dharm is a Toronto-based author who writes in Hindi and English. He has ten published books in Hindi: seven collections of satirical essays and three collections of poetry. Dharm is also a columnist for four prestigious Hindi journals. His English poetry has been previously published in the Setu, Poetry Pause, Fresh Voices, Harbinger Asylum, Akshara, Impspired, Dissident Voice, Piker Press and Scarlet Leaf Review.
He is a member of the League of Canadian Poets.
https://dharmtoronto.com
dharmtoronto@gmail.com
416 225 2415
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