The White Man's Burden-Poem

Rudyard Kipling, The White Man’s Burden

Take up the White Man’s burden–Send forth the best ye breed–

Go bind your sons to exile To serve your captives’ need;

To wait in heavy harness, On fluttered folk and wild–

Your new-caught, sullen peoples, Half-devil and half-child.

Take up the White Man’s burden–In patience to abide,

To veil the threat of terror And check the show of pride;

By open speech and simple, An hundred times made plain

To seek another’s profit, And work another’s gain.

Take up the White Man’s burden– The savage wars of peace–

Fill full the mouth of Famine And bid the sickness cease;

And when your goal is nearest The end for others sought,

Watch sloth and heathen Folly Bring all your hopes to nought.

Take up the White Man’s burden–No tawdry rule of kings,

But toil of serf and sweeper–The tale of common things.

The ports ye shall not enter,The roads ye shall not tread,

Go mark them with your living,And mark them with your dead.

Take up the White Man’s burden–And reap his old reward:

The blame of those ye better,The hate of those ye guard–

The cry of hosts ye humour (Ah, slowly!) toward the light:–

“Why brought he us from bondage, Our loved Egyptian night?”

Take up the White Man’s burden–Ye dare not stoop to less–

Nor call too loud on Freedom To cloke your weariness;

By all ye cry or whisper, By all ye leave or do,

The silent, sullen peoples Shall weigh your gods and you.

Take up the White Man’s burden– Have done with childish days–

The lightly proferred laurel, The easy, ungrudged praise.

Comes now, to search your manhood Through all the thankless years

Cold, edged with dear-bought wisdom, The judgment of your peers!

This famous poem, written by Britain‘s imperial poet, was a response to the American take over of the Phillipines after the Spanish-American War.(published in 1899)

source

http://www.fordham.edu/halsall/mod/kipling.html

The White Man’s Burden-Poem

Rudyard Kipling, The White Man’s Burden

Take up the White Man’s burden–Send forth the best ye breed–

Go bind your sons to exile To serve your captives’ need;

To wait in heavy harness, On fluttered folk and wild–

Your new-caught, sullen peoples, Half-devil and half-child.

Take up the White Man’s burden–In patience to abide,

To veil the threat of terror And check the show of pride;

By open speech and simple, An hundred times made plain

To seek another’s profit, And work another’s gain.

Take up the White Man’s burden– The savage wars of peace–

Fill full the mouth of Famine And bid the sickness cease;

And when your goal is nearest The end for others sought,

Watch sloth and heathen Folly Bring all your hopes to nought.

Take up the White Man’s burden–No tawdry rule of kings,

But toil of serf and sweeper–The tale of common things.

The ports ye shall not enter,The roads ye shall not tread,

Go mark them with your living,And mark them with your dead.

Take up the White Man’s burden–And reap his old reward:

The blame of those ye better,The hate of those ye guard–

The cry of hosts ye humour (Ah, slowly!) toward the light:–

“Why brought he us from bondage, Our loved Egyptian night?”

Take up the White Man’s burden–Ye dare not stoop to less–

Nor call too loud on Freedom To cloke your weariness;

By all ye cry or whisper, By all ye leave or do,

The silent, sullen peoples Shall weigh your gods and you.

Take up the White Man’s burden– Have done with childish days–

The lightly proferred laurel, The easy, ungrudged praise.

Comes now, to search your manhood Through all the thankless years

Cold, edged with dear-bought wisdom, The judgment of your peers!

This famous poem, written by Britain‘s imperial poet, was a response to the American take over of the Phillipines after the Spanish-American War.(published in 1899)

source

http://www.fordham.edu/halsall/mod/kipling.html

My friend -The Computer

my friend the computer

i spend more time with you
than with anything or anyone else
i could leave you behind
but you climb my lap and now have turned mobile

my fingers hurt and my eyes are red
inputting my stuff on you i go on  and on instead
this is crazy not just done
no sooner do I finish writing that
I find I have just begun

for what separates the pretenders from the rest
is the actions not their words that make them the best
so my friend my computer and me
together we create
so much work to be done while the haters hate

news to be read, blogs to be done
code to be executed, and sometimes to be undone
email lists, and online games as well,
dreaming online heaven in offline hell
Words can be sublime so much can be told
My friend my computer and me- together we grow old.

Date Night

we met in a random eating place like panera bread

over tea hot and cold instead
of eating we headed home
thawed microwaved frozen food
had some white Californian  wine
on the tree shaded balcony we dine

inside the conversation turns warm and nice

dance the salsa and enjoy the fleeting moment twice
till the moment strikes some magic
we create art , create till it is comic tragic
in the bright light of the dim shaded light
we try to love forget our fight


all too soon time to go home

snap back to reality and stop some

with a future promise and maybe
dance again sometime sure call me

A Prayer to the Killed-Updated

A Prayer to the Killed
Kill the mullahs who rain terror
Kill the Jews who fire the missiles
Inspiring the mullahs to hit back
Kill the white men who arm them both
Kill the brown, the black, and the yellow men
Who are so busy killing,
They forget the art of living
Kill all the killers
Kill em all
BUT after you hunt down the hunters, my friend
Say a prayer for the innocent gone
The ones who didn”t know why they were dying
Who jumped a hundred floors
To avoid the burning of their skin.
Say a prayer for the people who were trying to save them
And couldn”t save themselves
A prayer for the people who struggled and died in the air
Rather than kill some more on the ground
Say a prayer for the dead, the dying and the coming dead
Kill the killers
But know what forced them to hate you so much
And pray for the killed
Whether they are yours or the enemy”s, my friend
Amen.

 

(written after September 11,2001. Unfortunately it is relevant again due to bomb blasts in India)

Bulls ,Bears ,Tigers and Asses

Bull and bear in front of the Frankfurt Stock ...
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Behold the once mighty Bear Sterns

One haughty, now sold for pennies in turn

Its a bear market they say,

Which made Bear Sterns fall away.

The Bulls were rampaging ,

for many a year or two.

Now its the bears turn,

to ravage me and you.

 

 

The tiger economies ,

are falling like pussy cats,

As exotic mortages ,

turn fearless men into scared rats.

In between , you will

find an occasional investment guru /ass too.

Promises to know it all, seen it all,

Pontification on TV for you.

Is this a market, we ask,

It seems like a jungle out there,

Leave us in peace, O Wise Ass,

Screw the bulls, and Kill the bear.

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