Political poem- A beautiful girl named Syria by Dhiman Das

God created a beautiful girl named Syria
Along with her little sisters
Sunni and Sia

Days were good when they played cindrella
Till when they developed and grew old

Over the times they met many strangers
And someone who became their father

Days were beautiful
Until, humankind was replaced by mankind
Mankind with their own desires and lifelines

Their whole life came under a operation
theatre
Taking masks and moving around
Little sisters in search of their mother and
father

The play they used to play under colourful
daylights
Was now under black clouds
That never seem to end

They look above high
Praying lord and asking why?


Innocent breaths and water full eyes
Bursting of clouds not with thunderbolts
But with bombs and missiles.

Some demonic spirit took hold of that girl
Syria
A deadly poison into tiny little eyes
And strangers that were part of Syria
Now don't have any place to survive

Yes even Lennon failed
We all fail to dream
We have all failed to imagine
Sorry coz that chords could not be tunned
Sorry all people do not imagine

At least let three of them die as one
One that were part of a single sky
Now are you satisfied?

When you had seen
That they share the same blood. 

Comments

  1. Shubham AryaMarch 8, 2019 at 5:45 AM

    Hello Dhiman!
    Prophetical books of the Bible do have narratives on different cities as Jerusalem and Syria etc.
    Appreciate the thought behind the poem.
    There's a need to improve the poem craft wise. You've gone on to say so many things withought completing one thing at a time, even more so cause you've intended it as a narrative poem, there's a apparent story in the poem. Try to concentrate on putting across one thing at a time, i.e. ideas need to come one by one and clare in themselves.
    The beginning is ok, but I can see internal haste which I've cautioned you for the rest of the poem.
    Cheers!
    Jesus Loves You!

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  2. Dhiman DasMarch 9, 2019 at 4:50 AM

    Moreover, it does not need any craft to write this poem. As sir said, it could be any theme or in any way. Just that dose of a political element should be felt and come out. It was written on a true incident. I am not thinking much about the history or whatever it has to say but just the spark, feel and image of political is what we need.

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  3. RubinaMarch 11, 2019 at 9:00 PM

    Hi Dhiman,
    I really like the line of thought behind this poem. I especially enjoyed the line - when humankind was replaced by mankind. There are many ways to interpret that line and it came across as a highlight of this poem.

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