Category Archives: english language ghazals

In this land of “winner takes all,” greed has dominion Over all who yearn for the treasure of Mega Millions! How we worship the virtual triumph of Survivor- Whose teeth evolve to resemble a saber tooth tiger! The fantasy of … Continue reading →

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We are crying to our Lord and Master without peer: All but his long curly hair is small and cheap beer! We have lit a candle to his blazing presence, And written many a ghazal about his essence. We can’t … Continue reading →

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Surpanakha lusted after Ram’s great virility, But was spurned by his devotion to Sita’s purity. She incited her brother to abduct Ram’s lovely bride, Because of her lust, great vanity and wounded pride. Ravana assumed the form of a sweet … Continue reading →

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Hanuman, the courageous Mind, says Ram, Ram, Ram; All of his fantastic wit and strength is from love’s charm! The Monkey God makes us all look like stupid fools, Even if we have advanced degrees from the best schools. He … Continue reading →

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This poet cries out with praise the love of Hafezian Rendi: To seize the day with an unabashed joy like a malamati! We have no problem with wild and drunken, naked riot; Our playful Beloved is pure and chaste, sober … Continue reading →

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The Awakener of Eternal Spring is here; Frozen feeling is flowing- we have no fear. We have longed for the return of your bright light; We cry out for that day the heart receives your sight. Our blindness has been … Continue reading →

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When the righteous assassinate, it is fair play- But when the enemy kills, it is God’s dismay! When vast lands are invaded for freedom’s sake, Innocents are killed and maimed every day. We have no god greater than our own … Continue reading →

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Big Fist packs a punch with a plan to scare: Keep the people afraid with ugly hot air! Politicians love fear because it works To fool the people into electing jerks. The chauvinist loves to stand brave and tall, By … Continue reading →

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When at last the Pope of three rings passes away, What will the Trustees at last condescend to say? O the sartorial bliss that billows and rends, When all the wide-eyed devotees break wind! The Pontiff  has predicted his royal … Continue reading →

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Ghazal #84 from Ghazals for the Friend, by Bill Gannett   We long to rise from the dead by receiving your embrace; Why wait for the trumpets to blare to be caressed by grace? This life of the living dead … Continue reading →

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