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Holodomor

With the people, he was dissatisfied,   For they won’t let go of their lands, His idea for the farms to collectivize,
Men would not accept his aim.

To break’em all down, did he use clout,
And asked his men to be brute, “Snatch their bread, let them wander about,
Deprive them of their food.”

Destroyed their crops, crushed their grains,
He manufactured a deadly famine,         Watched them poor kids starve to death,
Mothers did naught but cry.

On the land prevailed such cruel man, With a mind so crude,
Compelled people to succumb to death,
Or accede to his rule.

Disgrace to the existence of human kind,
Does put whole history to shame,
An episode of remorselessness, Witnessed by the land of Ukraine.

Old chap

A fellow very old, 
Lived down the memory lane;
So grey, so very pale,
Too old a chap was he. 

Did he make fun faces,
To scare away them kids, Fierce snort he'd bid, But, vain would go it all. 

For they'd only laugh,
Make fun of the gentleman, Have him clatter and clank, Laugh did'em a lot. 

Angry would he get,
Grumble did he so, Exasperation thus would show; 
And so, groan would he. 

But deep down in his heart,
Would he too along do laugh, Own fury he would mock;
And Chuckle, giggle,grin. 

Them devils knew the trick; Annoy him, would they again, Calm won't they let him stand,
 And, Laugh and laugh will them. 

"Ye tiny little brats,
Ye rascals make me insane. Give'em old man so much pain.",
Would he them, then, tell. 

When on one fine morning, Missing did he go,
And all day did not show They searched all fields, all barns. 

"Dead, buried is he,
Don't look, he won't come back.
They put him under his slate.",
Told them the elders, then. 

No fun do they know now, 
Do not they be now gay;
Nor do they,now, know play Do cackle not anymore.

Dreams

I have seen a place, in my dreams,

A place so calm and serene.

Drunk from  waters of the purest mizzle

Walked on the grass so green.

Played with the nature, talked to the rain,

Watched the boundless sky,

Wished in my heart, to conquer the blue

And like the kites, to fly.

Where birds sing melodies, soft and rich,

And tootle along the trees.

With their music do dance, the hail and drizzle,

And with them jingle the bees.

The place so calm yet so alluring

Ever Chanting a spell of beauty.

Revealing a showcase of bewitching elegance,

Unfolding beguiling delicacy.

Distant from the worlds so full and packed,

Apart from the realm so raspy,

Place where the heart feels blissful,

Comes true the fantasy.

How I wish that world to be real

And there I could be,

Stay, dawn to dark,

Have a day to none but ME.