The pallid aura,
Once a rich golden throne,
A reminiscence of those glory days,
Now lies broken and thrown,
The grandeur of a majestic king,
And his exquisite queen,
Enthralled one and all,
But humpty dumty had a great fall,
The magnificent hallways,
Draped in silk and walls studded with many a gem,
Now cry in nostalgia,
The symbol of the once mighty realm
All, all withdrew, when needed most,
Threw their weapons on the ground,
They owe no allegiance,
Now a different king plays host,
The pomposity of the new valor,
Now breathes deep in his conquered world
As yet another day dawns to light,
A new kindled spirit is ready to fight
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Somewhere Life Is A Figment of Imagination
4 comments:
"fatally flawed"- oh dear u sound like a greek tragedy heroine!and an alarmingly familiar one at that...
nice pome though :)
@rapunzel
heroine???
thanks for dropping by :)
Yes once the proud empire of the sun... Now A battered tapestry frayed at the edges, disintegrating slowly, like a crumbling ruin. A once magnificent tapestry of races & religions, of stone worshippers & fire worshipers, of sky worshippers and unbelievers, those who believe in the 'one' and those who believe in the many.
This land of heretics and over pious priests,of shepherds from the mountains and oarsmen from the backwaters. Of a thousand languages and a million dialects. This amagalation of 537 Princely states that is my country.The meeting place of Oceans of humanity. Where somehow unseen there is order amidst all this chaos.
Now it resembles the setting sun, the burning skies throw up fiery rays that paint the sky in vivid hues which resemble flames... flames that I see burning on my screen everyday, flames of passion corroding morality, flames of indifference eating up the love; flames of religion destroying solidarity. These flames also eat up my soul, see how they scorch my soul.
They spread like a wild fire everywhere, ravaging everything in their wake.
It slurps and licks its devouring form as they race across the sky to meet up with the burning desert sands, which open out before me for miles upon endless mile. Is this the future that I see in the grains of sand?
this piece was really good...
Indeed...the piece you've written is very good ;)
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