#democracy

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  • captainfatimahabiba 9w

    #quiet @writersnetwork

    》》all allusions credit to the rightful source.

    #HESYKHIA (#Hesychia) ____was the personified Greek spirit (daimona) of quiet, rest, silence and stillness. She was a daughter of Dike (Lady Justice). Her Roman equivalents were Quies (Quiet) and Silentia (Silence).

    #Abrahan_Lincoln defined #democracy as : Government of the people, for the people, by the people.

    》》LUNACY IN FANCY 《《

    Once in a month, week or day
    Turns my smile in utter dismay
    Among the crowd, self is alone
    Happens this for the reason unknown
    Discussions with dad carry on
    Evening tea is taken in lawn
    Siblings perform the daily fight
    Until sees mom with glare of fright
    Sun keeps to rise and set in west
    Day consumes in making better, best
    Night too approaches on its turn
    Lunacy in lunar light, more I earn
    Vision leaves mind, eyes deny to see
    There's someone in my head but it's not me
    Not in harmony with whom I think I am
    It exerts a power to make me feel damn
    Brings me into a state, sympathetic
    None can empathize, it's pathetic
    Finding no rescue, anywhere outside
    Finally I return to this enemy inside
    Who is whatever but needs not words
    To listen to my anxiety like this world
    The words I guess it never seeks
    Not only to hear but also to speak
    Thus I vent my anguish loud & clear
    Since it's dumb, secrets too I share
    Eventually it makes me feel like master
    Whose servant only knows to say, yes sir
    So the inside storm remains inside
    Once again I sprout to flourish outside
    © captainfatimahabiba

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    Silence is the song of Hesychia

    When every being preaches
    everything but sympathy
    Every art when fails to practice
    the empathy
    Quietude seems to be the best
    attitude
    Staying quiet is but shouting on
    the shore of solitude
    Silence is a speech of the self,
    for the self, by the self

    ||Sing the silence to lullaby the
    unrest||

    ©captainfatimahabiba

  • kunjjiquotes 10w



    Farmers won the strike.
    Government withdraw the three farm laws.
    This is a revolution
    This brings hope to democracy
    ©kunjjiquotes

  • anuradhasharma 11w

    देश शब्दों की सौदेबाज़ी से चल रही हैं ,

    हमारे नेता हमें इसी तराजूं से तौलते हैं।




    ©anuradhasharma

  • officialhimanshu 11w

    लोकतंत्र

    मगरमच्छ ने
    मगरमच्छ का डर दिखा कर
    मछलियों से वोट माँगा।
    मछलियों ने डर कर
    वोट दिया मगरमच्छ को।
    फिर मगरमच्छ
    सभी मगरमच्छों के साथ
    मछलियों को खा रहा है,
    सबका साथ सबका विकास
    का झूठ बोल
    लोकतंत्र का उपहास उड़ा रहा है।

    - हिमांशु श्रीवास्तव

  • akeel_1119 20w

    What is Democracy?

    People given a chance to choose their leader
    Who could change the society
    Which makes us forget
    Our own capability of changing us
    ©akeel_1119

  • reshma_kausar_mohideen 24w

    *THE CRIES OF A GOLDEN BIRD.*

    The world once used to admire my charm, called me a 'Golden Bird', the most precious breed,
    My feathers were closely knit, bearing multiple hues of language, religions, caste & creed,
    I soared like an eagle above the wild clouds of invasion when my flight was obstructed,
    I emerged from my own ashes like a Phoenix, even when I was thoroughly destructed.

    But now, even though when I am free to fly, I cease to scale the sky and succeed,
    My wings have been weighed down with the stones of inhumane practices & greed,
    Dark shades of illiteracy and lust that have darkened my bright sky,
    I cease to survive the storms of corruption and crimes, flowing by.

    My feet have been tied with the strings of mob lynching and blood - shed,
    I lie wounded, targeted by the bullets of inequality and religious wars, selfishly led,
    I am sinking in the swamp of filthy politics, erode me the parasites of hypocriticism,
    My throat is being choked with the toxic grains of bribery and barbarism.

    My wings have been burnt with the acidic rains of unemployment and poverty,
    Has clipped off my pinions with pollution, my own society,
    I wish to flutter my wings of independence, soar high in the global skies with great pride,
    That would only be possible when each and every Indian citizen, to the Constitution, sincerely abide.
    ©reshma_moin_sheikh


    *Reshma kausar Mohideen*

    *Insta handle: sword_of_word_86*

    *Email Id:Reshma.kausar86@gmail.com*

    *Insta Handle: sword_of_word_86*
    #mirakee
    #mirakeeworld
    #writersnetwork
    #India
    #happiness
    #democracy
    #humanity
    #halpiness
    #poems

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    GOLDEN BIRD.

    ©reshma_kausar_mohideen

  • isalittlebroken 24w

    Democracy

    Liberation unchecked
    is a prison without cold cement walls
    and daunting bars.
    One group of free questions another group of free...
    'What are you doing that for?'
    'That's an offence of our rights!'
    Now you have war...
    When the last of us fall forfending a myth...
    At least we were free to suffer
    it all.
    Nothing says freedom
    better than a war. 

    ©isalittlebroken

  • guynamedcolt 27w

    A democracy always disapproves the radicals
    ©guynamedcolt

  • madinah_writes 31w

    *A Struggle For Independence*



    If independence is achieved on a platter of gold,
    The institution of colonialism will remain forever it strong and old.

    Yet, we dream and follow promises complain their fake-interests.
    Everybody was creating the blames,
    Nobody was fixing the problems.


    Long Ago,
    In the African World.
    The old father's the young immediately after sunsets.
    It was time for storytelling.
    Time for entertainment and moral lesson.

    Grandma tell me this!
    Grandma tell me that!
    Grandma tell me why the tortoise have a rough, shelly back?
    Why is the dog a hunter's pet?
    And why is lion the king of the jungle?
    That was so much fun,
    The children would gather under the faint mango tree.
    Singing historical and cultural songs.
    Alo o! Aloooo!!
    Follows another set of mind blowing riddles.

    The children would rack their minds to answer grandma's questions.
    Brain cracking, riddle follows.
    Then, as I heard.
    Children would laugh to Grandma's stories and ask brainstorming questions.
    With words of wisdom where everyone could think by themselves.
    So I was told...

    And now, I'm growing.
    To what our life and living has become;
    Like a bird's empty nest, that was once filled with life.
    Now, I stare at the African life of nothingness.
    What I see is failed promises and bloodshed.
    End SARS now! A dark, starless world in silence.
    As the youth of today cry and seek for the best.
    Hoping for a future that like a fairytale, might never come.

    When the best is traded for selflessness.
    What are we doing?
    Where are we going?
    Who is our tomorrow?
    When today is full of sorrow.
    Are we getting wiser?
    When all we depend on is Google and the internet?
    Are we even blessed?
    When we await betterment from our so called leaders.
    Would there ever be a change or all these sufferings are permanent?
    Or have we forsaken the gods of the land?
    Which is which? I need to know.
    What is next, we need to think.
    Why is our tomorrow,
    Laying at the end of the brink?

    War of independence,
    Seen through it's eyes.
    That sees no transformation,
    All in the name of change.
    They change for the post of power that never satisfies them.
    The war of independence is war of death!

    Lasted with several years with thousand souls, dead.
    Dusted and forgotten.
    Women and children,
    Expecting genuine freedom from colonial rule!
    The independence they promised was not real, ungranted.
    Everyone was hungry to sit by the side of the power pot!

    The rich were getting richer and the poor, poorer.
    We were made as a stepping stones for the colonial masters. 
    Those days and still now.
    Independence turned out to be opposite,
    Corruption and injustice.



    ©Madinah_Writes




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    A Struggle For Independence

    If independence is achieved on a platter of gold,
    The institution of colonialism will remain forever it strong and old.

    Yet, we dream and follow promises complain their fake-interests.
    Everybody was creating the blames,
    Nobody was fixing the problems.

    Long Ago,
    In the African World.
    The old father's the young immediately after sunsets.
    It was time for storytelling.
    Time for entertainment and moral lesson.

    Grandma tell me this!
    Grandma tell me that!
    Grandma tell me why the tortoise have a rough, shelly back?
    Why is the dog a hunter's pet?
    And why is lion the king of the jungle?
    That was so much fun,
    The children would gather under the faint mango tree.
    Singing historical and cultural songs.
    Alo o! Aloooo!!
    Follows another set of mind blowing riddles.

    The children would rack their minds to answer grandma's questions.
    Brain cracking, riddle follows.
    Then, as I heard.
    Children would laugh to Grandma's stories and ask brainstorming questions.
    With words of wisdom where everyone could think by themselves.
    So I was told...

    And now, I'm growing.
    To what our life and living has become;
    Like a bird's empty nest, that was once filled with life.
    Now, I stare at the African life of nothingness.
    What I see is failed promises and bloodshed.
    End SARS now! A dark, starless world in silence.
    As the youth of today cry and seek for the best.
    Hoping for a future that like a fairytale, might never come.

    When the best is traded for selflessness.
    What are we doing?
    Where are we going?
    Who is our tomorrow?
    When today is full of sorrow.
    Are we getting wiser?
    When all we depend on is Google and the internet?
    Are we even blessed?
    When we await betterment from our so called leaders.
    Would there ever be a change or all these sufferings are permanent?
    Or have we forsaken the gods of the land?
    Which is which? I need to know.
    What is next, we need to think.
    Why is our tomorrow,
    Laying at the end of the brink?

    War of independence,
    Seen through it's eyes.
    That sees no transformation,
    All in the name of change.
    They change for the post of power that never satisfies them.
    The war of independence is war of death!

    Lasted with several years with thousand souls, dead.
    Dusted and forgotten.
    Women and children,
    Expecting genuine freedom from colonial rule!
    The independence they promised was not real, ungranted.
    Everyone was hungry to sit by the side of the power pot!

    The rich were getting richer and the poor, poorer.
    We were made as a stepping stones for the colonial masters. 
    Those days and still now.
    Independence turned out to be opposite,
    Corruption and injustice.
    ©madinah_writes

  • johnettan 31w

    അത് മതി

    ബഹുമാനപ്പെട്ട ഭരണാധകാരികൾക്ക് ജനങ്ങൾ എഴുതുന്നത്,

    അഴിമതി യിൽ നിന്നും
    ഇനി മതി യിലേക്ക്
    നിങ്ങൾ എന്ന് മാറുന്നോ,
    അന്ന് ഞങ്ങൾ പറയാം;
    അത് മതി.
    ©johnettan

  • michaelnene7 32w

    AniMacracy

    I'm thinking of how we got here.
    My thoughts are hanging on a tightrope,
    My memories feels like an empty space;
    From where my thoughts echo.

    Where do we run to?
    In a land bleeding in pain and thoughts drained of trust.
    Whom shall the enigma be revealed to?
    Or, do we all sleep and wake up in death?

    Tradition has crumpled the pillars,
    Religion has torn its walls.
    We are left in the debris of democracy and tyranny,
    In a system so cold and leadership so uncanny.

    Shall we speak and yet perish in silence?
    For we speak to the ears of "deafs".
    For our thoughts are clear, but theirs are not.
    May we be sound in this phase, and they go nuts.

    MICHAEL NENE
    @michaelnene7
    ©2021♥

  • pnair87 35w

    ശബ്ദം ഉയർത്തുക
    അല്ലെങ്കിൽ നാളെ
    ശബ്ദമെന്നൊന്നു ഇല്ലാതെ പോകും ...
    അവർ ഇല്ലായ്മ ചെയ്യും !


    ©pnair87

  • inborn_scribbler 38w

    You can have all the money in the world but democracy is not for sale.

    ©songbriti

  • sakd_____ 40w

    I HAVE SEEN FASCISM GROWING
    _____________________________


    I have seen Fascism Growing,
    In front of my eyes.
    I have seen dissent bidding,
    Their last Good Bye.

    I have seen protesters getting shattered into pieces by police baton,
    If I could time travel to past, I would say, "please stay back, O Lord Mountbatten".

    I have seen people dying, I have seen fanatics killing people in name of COW,,
    that is when my parents say WOW.

    As I rise my voice, I will be demarcated as an ANTI-NATIONAL.......
    But believe me my friends, even I am Indian National.

    I HAVE SEEN FASCISM GROWING.

    My friends mock me everyday, says I do not understand anything,
    But History shall mock them every second as they did understand nothing.

    As I sleep on my bed,
    I see in my dreams the Democracy dead,
    Fading away slowly,
    as the FASCISM bully.

    I HAVE SEEN FASCISM GROWING.

    Freedom fighter who gave their lives to bring democracy to this nation,
    Are being today used to bring autocracy to this nation.
    May be BOSE, may be BHAGAT, all have become tool of death.

    The Junta comes smiling at 8:00pm on TV,
    and democracy in the meantime dies silently.
    This is how you know Fascism grew, and hate silently brew.

    I HAVE SEEN FASCISM GROWING.

    I hear her screaming in pain and agony,
    Every second-every minute;
    As if drowned and suffocated in Fascist ocean depth,
    I see her in ventilation bed,
    breathing her LAST BREATH.

    I AM SORRY MY DEMOCRACY.....

    But still people it's OK and everything is fine,
    But they don't understand how much they are actually being FINED.

    This is not my HINDUISM,
    this is the radical HINDUTVA that defy HUMANISM.
    Now no more India believes in pluralism,
    everywhere prevails monolithism.

    This is how FASCISM grows.
    This is how "I HAVE SEEN FASCISM GROWING".

    Blood on streets and flesh everywhere,
    And Junta says no problem anywhere,
    Thus the citizens unaware.

    We cut ourselves, we shattered ourselves, but we do not build ourselves,
    We failed to show national unity,
    to India herself.


    I HAVE SEEN FASCISM GROWING.......


    © Somedeep Bardhan

  • somedeep 40w

    I HAVE SEEN FASCISM GROWING
    ________________________


    I have seen Fascism Growing,
    In front of my eyes.
    I have seen dissent bidding,
    Their last Good Bye.

    I have seen protesters getting shattered into pieces by police baton,
    If I could time travel to past, I would say, "please stay back, O Lord Mountbatten".

    I have seen people dying, I have seen fanatics killing people in name of COW,,
    that is when my parents say WOW.

    As I rise my voice, I will be demarcated as an ANTI-NATIONAL.......
    But believe me my friends, even I am Indian National.

    I HAVE SEEN FASCISM GROWING.

    My friends mock me everyday, says I do not understand anything,
    But History shall mock them every second as they did understand nothing.

    As I sleep on my bed,
    I see in my dreams the Democracy dead,
    Fading away slowly,
    as the FASCISM bully.

    I HAVE SEEN FASCISM GROWING.

    Freedom fighter who gave their lives to bring democracy to this nation,
    Are being today used to bring autocracy to this nation.
    May be BOSE, may be BHAGAT, all have become tool of death.

    The Junta comes smiling at 8:00pm on TV,
    and democracy in the meantime dies silently.
    This is how you know Fascism grew, and hate silently brew.

    I HAVE SEEN FASCISM GROWING.

    I hear her screaming in pain and agony,
    Every second-every minute;
    As if drowned and suffocated in Fascist ocean depth,
    I see her in ventilation bed,
    breathing her LAST BREATH.

    I AM SORRY MY DEMOCRACY.....

    But still people it's OK and everything is fine,
    But they don't understand how much they are actually being FINED.

    This is not my HINDUISM,
    this is the radical HINDUTVA that defy HUMANISM.
    Now no more India believes in pluralism,
    everywhere prevails monolithism.

    This is how FASCISM grows.
    This is how "I HAVE SEEN FASCISM GROWING".

    Blood on streets and flesh everywhere,
    And Junta says no problem anywhere,
    Thus the citizens unaware.

    We cut ourselves, we shattered ourselves, but we do not build ourselves,
    We failed to show national unity,
    to India herself.


    I HAVE SEEN FASCISM GROWING......

    ©Somedeep Bardhan
    ©somedeep

  • vasubandhu 41w

    ©Vasubandhu

  • kritikakiran 47w

    मेरी या तुम्हारी दृष्टि से ये कहाँ सोच पाएँगे
    गिद्धों के गुरु हैं जो, हमें तो वो नोच खाएँगे

    क्या मतलब है इनको कि, जनता नाशाद है
    ये तो वो लोग हैं जो चुटकुलों से चोट खाएँगे

    जाओ और लिख दो दीवारों पर : "आज़ादी"
    फिर देखो कैसे कलेजों पर साँप लोट जाएँगे

    ग़लती से भी इनसे क्यों लगा लेते हो उम्मीद
    ज़मीर के सौदागर, मुँह पर चूना पोत जाएँगे

    खूब भौंकेंगे ये उनपर जो दुर्बल हैं, लाचार हैं
    सत्ता के आगे तो पाँव पकड़ कर लोट जाएँगे

    ये तो वो बहादुर हैं जो विपक्ष से माँगेंगे जवाब
    दबाने के लिए सच ये सरकारों से नोट खाएँगे

    क्या दोष देंगे उनको जब ख़ुद बेज़ुबाँ हैं आप
    शिकारी से ज़्यादा यहाँ शिकार में खोट पाएँगे

    ©kritikakiran

  • sutra_adhar 48w

    Injustice

    Any word or resolution can be broken if it's done for upliftment of society.
    If you agree to injustice, next can be you.

    -sutra by nikhilam

  • pragyaverma 49w

    It happens rarely, but it does happen. People, hundreds and thousands of them, nay, millions of them, all at once, get addicted to a poison called hate.
    And then hate becomes business. We buy it and We sell it in equal proprtion without even calculating the profit. What's profit got to do with jingoism anyway?!
    So who do we hate? Anyone, who the masters tell you to hate.
    First we were made to hate Muslims. A community that gave us a large part of this culture and language. A community that has shared India's history. They manipulated it all, played with words. We were constantly reminded, how vile they are, not worthy of our trust.
    And then we were taught to hate a faction of dead freedom fighters. People who have zero knowledge of the geopolitics that prevailed then, became celebrated commentators of those times. A multitude of opinions erected on a weak foundation of zero knowledge. And we continued to hate more.
    Then came the dissenters. How dare they? Are they not Indian? And we hated them too. Then the dissenters got the name of another religion. And we began to see a terrorist in every turbaned man. Sikh, whose langars fed thousands of people during difficult times, whose hard work has been praised world over, who is the pinnacle of courage, bravery and large heartedness, became khalistani. An issue which was dead for good was rekindled to life so that we, the people do not have dearth of causes to hate.
    Now there is another crop beginning to stand, which we must cut with our hate. And that's, girls and women with mind of their own.
    Guess what connects them all? They are all minority.
    Be glad, till the time you are in majority in this majoritarian regime. For time has this fickle nature of changing. All empires fall and this will too. What remains within you is your conscience. Choose wisely.



    @writersnetwork @mirakee

    #hate #dissentisdemocracy #democracy #observation

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    Its a new day,
    Who do we hate today?
    O, there are a bunch of young women
    Who think highly of themselves..
    Setting wrong example
    Lets show them there actual place..
    Lets hate, lets hate..

    Afterall its the new national passtime.

  • ascended_breath 204w

    Name That President...

    Weak and corrupt, though he may appear tough

    Egoic thoughts of self keep Caesar in lust

    Land, gold, and control consume his mind, body, and soul

    Fairy tales he sold to get them out at the polls

    Now they protest the beast in mass numbers on their streets

    A move to impeach? Surely a likely feat

    Because spews of idiocy meshed with destructive capability

    Make human tranquility an impossibility...

    ©ascended_breath