Political Poem

I was beautiful and bright,
But my cloth stole away that light.
I dreamt to learn and fly,
In time, my closest burned to my eye.

Once upon a time,
Could never suit a story like mine.
A plot,  where the infant was taught stones.
An island where the air grudged the bones

My island was so different from yours,
Where you nurtured love, we learnt to hide.
While my conscience bled red,
Comfort, you so ferociously fed.

There I was again,
Fixing your castle.
While my own,
Collapsed to pieces. 

My folks were never that bad, 
My Dad never a monster imagined, 
Though were destined hell to drive
Though was burnt alive. 

Our island was so unique and divine, 
Even nature confuses the green to sublime. 
I still wonder with my corpse near, 
My sweet island was once called, "Kashmir".





Comments

  1. Wow! Ending was good. I speacially liked the second last stanza of how a man is turned into a political person by the politics present in nature. Overall the rhyming words of the poem was perfectly incorporated.

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  2. "There I was again,
    Fixing your castle.
    While my own,
    Collapsed to pieces."
    Hello Megha Rani!
    This is so good, especiayy the lines I quoted!
    On the second line of the poem: what I am struggling to interpret is 'cloth' "my cloth stole away that light". I thought that this's something you've thrown, and you'll come back to place it . I tried to see it in the light of the whole of the poem, but still 'cloth' is seeming not fitting. Would love to hear from you.
    Cheers!
    Jesus Loves You!

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