Exodus

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

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About Nikhat Bano

I am an ESP (English for Specific Purposes) Instructor by profession. I love to write romantic and spiritual poems and I find a great sense of relief after penning down my thoughts on paper. It has now become a passion for me and will continue as long as I live.

9 thoughts on “Exodus

    1. Nikhat Bano

      Correct, past memories really haunts they were unpleasant. Ad you succumb to them again and again, reliving it everytime.

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