Drenched in their grief and pain
In ruthless time of your reign
My holy clan escaped perils
They had been mercilessly slain
My longings, hopes and desires
Were thrown in your raging fire
My prized fantasies and feelings
Had been chained and wired
My clan moved to a secret place
Yet retained its holy grace
And lingered on past memories
Unable to wipe off scary trace
I fear, I might end up surrendering
To memories, which are slandering
Copyright (c): Dr. Nikhat Bano
All Rights Reserved
New Delhi, India. October 29, 2015
Memories, a journey, and faith, coalesce in this admirable sonnet.
My humble thanks !!!!
Thanks a lot Vijay Nair ji!
Lovely and deep words, memories can be so haunting at times, we can easily lose ourselves in them!
Correct, past memories really haunts they were unpleasant. Ad you succumb to them again and again, reliving it everytime.
Poignant poem with vivid imagery !
Thanks a lot, Vatsal Radhakeesoon!
Exodus of the targeted sufferers beautifully versed.
Thanks for going deep into my poem.