Little-minded Folks


In the larger world, greater


Men are sempiternally stirred to greater


Challenges by the whirlpool of change.


But little-minded folks never cease to amaze me.


With feeble hearts tossed about by every ill wind,


They flutter to mindless frivolities


In their immediate milieu


And engage in fierce battles


Against shadows


Cast in the darkling recesses


Of their bemused minds.




Within international boundaries


Little-minded folks engage in a battle of colour.


Within national boundaries


They engage in a battle of tribe and religion.


Within state boundaries


They engage in a battle of community.


Within community boundaries


They engage in a battle of family.


And within family boundaries


They kill their own brother for nothing.


Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is a two-versed poem penned by me on the way to my office at 7:15 Am, 25th June 2013. Once again I wondered how much trouble the world has seen in the hands of persons whose minds rarely transcend the mundane.

View izu's Full Portfolio
bishu's picture

Welcome to Postpoems

Welcome to Postpoems Smile You ar, I hope, as nice as your depicted pic.


Wondrous eyes frisky soul

Looking around with awe and surprise

Making new discoveries everyday

Always happy,happy and happy

Never for a moment silent or lazy

except when asleep

No need of booze or pills or high

He's high on curiousity


Welcome once again



Izu's picture



“Always happy, happy and happy”




Received with gratitude


The warmth your welcome bears.


May be not as much as I’d wish


When you say “always happy”,


And a little booze here or there


At times may not be a bad idea.


But the ability to cherish and to love,


To bear one-another and forgive;


I think, must be the ultimate pill.


So I’m always high on curiosity:


Why this evades humanity?


How do we make this discovery?


That love and forgiveness


Hold our universe in place


And steady the aged fingers of God.


Why do we pick guns instead of roses?


Why do we create bombs instead of bonds?


Why do we say stupid instead of sorry?


Why do we fight for “God”


When we scarcely know Him?

All the same, thanks, my good friend, Bishu.

bishu's picture

Slaughterhouse of ideas

Slaughterhouse of ideas dear Izu.. this site. Don't worry just type and enjoy. Folks will read. Some crazy .. some not-so-crazy. Nonetheless hours of fun sans boundaries. Love,life,living,human traits, et al.  Thanks soooooooooo much for giving this electron so much importance. I am a silly mad-at-ease person....... Smile



nightlight1220's picture

I often have wondered about

I often have wondered about the saying 'curiosity killed the cat'. Thank god for brave cats. I loved reading both of these wonderful works. Thank you so very much for sharing so freely.




...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "


allets's picture

Guns OR Roses?

Poet, welcome to postpoemsdotorgslashuser. I hope you are a frequent writer on this site. Real poets R a rarity and R as welcome here as happy,happy ~Allets~