Thursday, February 25, 2016

His Dreams Perished or Cherished?

This poem was posted at the initial stages of my blogging.I feel it as a topic to link with poets united, so I repost here.

There lay the lad in tattered clothes
In despair high, with shattered dreams.
Movement was unable with body impaired,
To be on life and limb was hard, as desired.

Despite the ban and barriers from the elders,
Marched forward, he to the battalion of soldiers.
When he found himself in uniform of condition,
Got fulfilled his ‘long cherished ambition’.

Enthralled by the cream of words from his dame,
He felt righteous himself to be a victor in his aim..
Though, great was his hope for meeting the kin,
This server, for his country, had concern very keen.

Excited he was with strength and spirit much,
Result, to the front of war he always had reached.
Fought he very tight, with might in the field,
The foes of stature huge, the country, they fled.

Fearing to save from this youth, their ‘self’,
The attackers had showered big fall of shells.
That unkindly put this very brave in hell,
And went on tolling, the dreadful death- knell.

The death-bird flew down flapping the wings
Making a sound with a feeble hissing noise.
Moments, minutes and hours crawled,
Yet none could notice the lone young corpse.

The demise- bell chimed at the place of birth
Pauperizing the family with no more bread.
Wreaths, flowers and garlands were heaped
Upon his mortal that once stood in heights.

The kin’s sorrows could stop, words of no magic;
Mourning echoed around on the mortal martyr's.
Will  recover from gloom, his lass and parents?
It may ensue barely,but they will bear pride patriotic.


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Friday, February 19, 2016

Nuptial Dreams!

 

Sat Sangeeta in her chair

with sight and thoughts yonder

started delving into her mind

reached the shore of yore.


Heartily she wove her nuptial dream

in golden threads of jubilation,

she felt like months and years, her days,

as eager much was she for her wedding

 

Sadly! Went everything in vain when

alerted all, the news of an accident

her groom and his kin met with,

ending at the end of his dad’s breath.

 

Haunted her what has happened

as a scene very horrendous

that had, her visage, bathed

with tears of doubt about her bridal.

 

Ago a couple of years or more

eve of the wedding; the crowd,

was dashing from room to room

with tray and tray in hands.


 Snacks and soft drinks were served

to guests, arrived to bless the bride,

no stinginess, but screening splendour,

Alas! A phone call, the serene, spoiled.

 

Awaited she long, for a verdict

of her wedding date, much valued,

to brush off her smearing gloom,

well from her groom's side.

 

Never at all, it happened,

to flourish her nourished dream

instead, its silence stretched,

hinting at intimation nil.

 

Pointing at her bridal entry

as a crucial ill-fate to family

the upshot, from in-laws, bounced,

totally her nuptial dream nipped.

 

Being similar to a grass widow

attention not at all, heeding

to the voice and advice from elders,

 she chose forever, the life of a lone lady. 

Wednesday, February 3, 2016

Goal of my Soul!

I thought never,

me from a family poor

would reach the heights’ height

with an upshot so bright;

 as lights in a dark flash,

news and news splash.

 

My dream, cherished;

from the very childhood

in life to come out

with flying colours, but

can I with no social stand

achieve the goal of my soul?

 

Impinges upon my mind,

the man who stays in the mansion,

the mansion of size a castle;

wearing expensive apparel,

bearing the identity of his riches

exercising all sorts of powers.

 

A much classy car he drives

amidst his fellow dwellers;

so, strove I so forward

to achieve a good award

in the exam of Civil Services

to obtain a chair from reserves.

 

Always snatched by elites;

Aha! I too hold now delights,

I am a star shimmering now,

glee and gladness of wow

around emit from admirers

that stood always for my success.

 

I dreamt of power and position,

which, I thought, would lift me,

have I attained an identity

among the affluent with equality?

No, one can’t own an identity,

unless from the inner voice it is.