Oh, being of violence and romance
In you, I see a mini Syria
You are a dictator
Extreme and adamant
Yet you fight for freedom
Freedom from yourself.
You hurt violently
You break your head
Pluck your own eyes
Perplexed you protect yourself
From whom do you run
When, you are the culprit?
Pity in your helpless eyes – rare
Your aggression kills my sympathy
Your agony milks tears from dead eyes
I pour gallons of milk on you
Red it becomes on your battlefield
You pull me into your confused island
Oh unwavering undecisive mind
I am scared of your impetus
I wish you dive into silent oceans
And not be scared of sound silence
Don’t scare me with your foolishness
Oh dear, enchant me with your penance
Freedom from oneself comes with self awareness. Well wrought, Shalini
Thank you dear vineetha ji
A candid, introspective, powerful and poignant poem.
Thank you so much vijay ji
God save the innocent people of Syria. Ameen !
Our mind a conflict zone a mini-Syria, self – inflicting and self – destroying.
Yeah may God save the innocent people of Syria