English sans England by Satis Shroff

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English sans England by Satis Shroff

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THE NAKED HILLS (Satis Shroff)

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THE NAKED HILLS (Satis Shroff) A young Nepalese woman Sits in front of her parents’ thatched home In the Middle Hills of Nepal. Her two hands caress her shoulders. It’s cold in the hills of Nepal, Where the hills are naked And its sons have left In search of better pastures, For the hills are barren. Governments and kings Have come and gone, But the poverty has remained. There’s no flour to bake one’s bread. The mothers seek and pluck Brennessel, And call it sisnu, To make a soup In the frugal hills of Nepal. In Maghey Sankrati we eat Stems and roots, Tarul and sweet-potatoes. There’s no wheat, maize, rice or mustard In these naked hills. Everything has become bitter. What remains is love and attachment. A Nepalese bird still sings: Kafal pakyo. Kafal pakyo. The berry’s ripe Glossary: Brennessel (Ger.): sisnu (Nepali), stinging nettle Maghey Sankrati: festival in Nepal pic courtesy:...
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Poems on War: Ukraine (Satis Shroff

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1. DIED FOR FREEDOM (Satis Shroff) Many Ukranian men from 18 to 60 Have given up their lives, For Mother Ukraine in the cold winter. When Spring comes, Flowers will spring in their graves. They died for freedom From a tyrannical power, Armed to the teeth. A man who invented lies To invade Ukraine. * * * 2. HUNGER FOR POWER (Satis Shroff) Deeds of courage and resistance, Words of farewell in railway stations, When mother and children were sent away, To safer destinations, While the men stayed, To defend the motherland. Tears rolling down the cheeks Of men, children, siblings. Invaded by a ruthless autocrat A narcissist with dreams of restoring The faded Glory of the Soviets. Will the Cold War be followed By an age of chaos Violence and conflict? A world that cannot distinguish Between destruction and self-destruction? No desire to legitimize the nefarious deeds. Violence develops a momentum of its own. The slaughter, the butchery, Driven by the greed and hunger for power. * * * ...
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Freiburger Zeitgeistlyrik: Satis Shroff

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 Freiburger Zeitgeistlyrik: Satis Shroff 1. Chirps in my Garden 2.Dance of the Birch Trees 3. Gloomy Autumn 4. A Train Journey CHIRPS IN MY GARDEN Ach , To lie in bed And listen to the birds sing. I peer at the pine trees above, Heavily laden with fluffy snow, Like sentinels of the Black Forest. I spy something moving: Three deer with moist black noses, Sniffing the Kappler air, Strut among the low bushes In all their elegance, Only to vanish silently, Into the recesses of the Foret Noir. I hear the robin, Rotkehlchen , With its clear, loud, pearly tone, As it greets the day. Just before sunrise the black bird, Amsel , Which flies high on the tree tops, Delivers its early arias. The great titmouse stretches its wings And starts to sing. The brown sparrows turn up With their repertoire, Rap in the garden, Twitter and chirp aloud. All this noise makes the bullfinch alert, For it also wants to be heard. It ...
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