Hello fellows! The feeling of penning down pieces of your heart on paper, is liberating, isn’t it? You feel like you accomplished something great. And if the poem turns out to be as you imagined, the wave of happiness is beyond words and boundaries of expression! When I wrote this poem, I never knew, these words on paper, would turn out to be so beautiful and painful at the same time (I hope its true for everyone, not just me). I have been waiting a long time to share this,with all of you and I felt today is the best moment to do this. I’ll tell you the reason in my next post, soon.So here’s presenting my favorite poem from my collection. Let me know what do you feel about it.
Amidst the clashing of ideas and weapons,
There exist few fighters struggling, with ribbons,
The men march on the battlefields with sombre, expressions,
The women fight their own battles against, repressions,
Children are the ones, who are left behind,
Who acquire wisdom during the battles of the sighted blind,
Forced to give up their homes, their happiness,
They fall prey to the difficulties that arise due to the adults’ viciousness,
Daughters try to shield themselves from the wolves lurking around,
Sons try to rebuild their abodes, trying to keep their minds sound,
Even in the tumultuous times, they never lose their innocence,
Content even in grief, cheerfulness reflecting on their countenance,
The hope that glimmers in their souls,
Is worth learning from them, while achieving our goals.
Such is the story of a young little boy,
Who even in the face of dread, was unfazed by this ploy,
It had been a month since, he last saw their faces,
He was optimistic, after the victory, they would be subjected to praises,
His father told him to have a strong mind,
After their success his destiny would be immaculately aligned,
His mother lovingly patted his cheek before leaving,
It would only be a few days until they would be united, he slept, believing,
His friends told him, they would never return back,
Reliving their childhood memories was one thing they would lack…
Still he felt optimistic while bringing together shards of life,
Years later, when he visited the devastated wrecks,
Where there was both pain and love in rife…
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2 thoughts on “Scars of Peace”
Great work! You have a great grasp of descriptive language in your poetry.
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Thank you so much! Such a comment means a lot to me:)