Words seized, and mouths stitched
Hopes burnt, and hands fettered
Has democracy been redeemed?
Has revolution been justified?
Old mind, and outdated thoughts
All is new to eyes that never opened
Priceless gifts of treachery and turmoil
The never-ending list of martyrs.
Terror and threat, rebuke and retreat
Spinning chairs on spine of skeletals
Suffocated by the whiff of gunpowder
Flowers die before their dreams bloom
Hapless state, and a helpless situation
Where intimidation is independence
When ego of power bull bumps
Crushed are the hopes of poor folks
Reconstruction and reformation
Have bullets ever built a castle?
To the road of drafting new rules
Lost are the architects on the way.
5 comments:
Hi Jayant!you poem raise many important questions and converys an important message too..I particularly liked the line
"Suffocated by the whiff of gunpowder
Flowers die before their dreams bloom."
thanks for a wonderful post :) have a great week ahead!
Hi Jayant:)
I am thoroughly impressed with the following words which conveys a powerful meaning:
Hapless state, and a helpless situation
Where intimidation is independence
When ego of power bull bumps
Crushed are the hopes of poor folks
You have summed up very beautifully the shortcomings,limitations,stark realities,brutalities,pitfalls of freedom, independence and democracy.
Have a nice day:)
Joseph
present day democracy... a good poem.... keep it up...
again another sharp hit... love the way you play with words and express things the other way.... great...
thank u sana for u always liked my post...
thank u joseph for ur brilliant and genuine comments.. and also for getting a new friend...
thank u sudhir and milan ji...
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