A Forced Metamorphosis

A weary dream was haunting my soul

“Forget it”, commanded my intellect and the world whole!!

“It’s not going to be a dreamy lope

Don’t get lost in the realms of extinct hope

Get a grip of the cruel realities

Arm yourself for battle with a fair share of brutalities!!”

 

 

Yet my blessed soul would not surrender so fast

She was a dreamer and a fighter,or so she thought!

“I would never give up”,was her will

She believed she had the strength, the skill!!

 

But then the whole world conspired to keep her in confines

To not let her wander in their forbidden plains !!

“She has to pause

To accept her flaws!!

How can she stray,

Defy the mighty rules and have her way?

Lest she refuses to heed,

Make her bend her knees and bow her head

This is no place for nomads

This is no place for dreamers

This is a battle ground

And there is a race to win, profound”

The so called wise ones urged her to pretend

And denied her the mere chance to defend!!

 

Ah…what was she against the mighty world’s displease?

She did bow her head and bend her knees!!

The little fight that she waged

Was cruelly mocked, suppressed and rampaged!

Her dream was plucked out by force

She was then left vacant and coarse

She lost her purpose and glow

She lost her very self and flow

She no longer willed to dream

She no longer wanted to beam

Danced to the tunes of the world,she did

Swept into those mechanical rhythms,she failed!!

 

The bitter lies left her guarded and scared

She felt her wings were broken and charred 

She never dared to fly again

She never dared to hope again

She learned never to question again

She learned to endure all the pain 

She learned to retreat to thoughtlessness

She learned to wear the coat of numbness

 

 

Yet sometimes in her trance, she glanced

Some vague rays from the dreams that  had passed

and they mocked her inert existence

and they laughed at her lack of resistance.

That made her cringe with shame

That set her ego aflame!!

But she so forgot her own strengths

That she never again dared to go great lengths

But then she still waits in an ironic hope of restitution

Or may be for a miraculous final evolution?
The one that would give her the key

The one which would empower her to be free

To break her away from the masters of the world

To retaliate against all the insults hurled

 

Then perhaps she could think for herself yet again

Then perhaps she could start over yet again!!

Author's Note

I would love to know what you thought about the attempt, after I finished I thought the extra importance given to the rhymes might have crippled the real content....do you think so?