See the curtain rip open, the stone wall collapse,
All those who hurry over to snatch the rabbit
Decides to go for the hiding, for the safety post.
Light flickering in the dark alley and the difficult world
No longer had an incomplete thought, an abject failure,
Look hard, freedom cannot be bought but earned.
Old can never be new, only sometimes return to the view,
Take the music as their weapons; sing the song of the life,
Delete the archaic code; bring a new trajectory to the purpose.
They raise their voices, increase the decibel, and infuse life
For years suffocated, mutilated, pained-now no more,
The resolution is for taking hold, gaining firm ground.
Ideas melt in the heart, burn inside, set the tone
Violence is not appalling, protest gaining momentum,
They light the candle, hit the ground and walk along.
This feels like a lively,optimistic, marching along kind of verse.”Ideas melt in the heart” caught my attention.
Thanks Louis for your wonderful comments. That you have felt the pulse gives me pleasure.
One of the contemporary metaphysical poets you are,Gopal Ji ! I enjoy the mystic powers n our deep inner perceptions in most of ur poems ,the rhythms the lines follow,the hidden and the obvious insights intended ,with a lucid expression n string of salient words !
Thanks Umarani. It’s always a pleasure to receive beautiful feedback from you. But please delete that Ji!. Much appreciated your comments all through.
A poem of hope, Shelleyan in spirit, new order out of chaos, like the phoenix rising out of ashes. Splendid poem.
Madhumita- Your encouraging words always make my day and this one is no exception. God bless you.