The world around

A lame pen

And a lousy me

Decided to go on a writing spree

Travelled to Scotland and to Spain

Met the King and Jane

The king was rich, knew no pain

Jane was poor, so was slain

Hence the king claimed

None are poor, but all are same!

 

I went to the country of Pashtuns,

Feasted on kebabs and smoked all noon,

Was ready to rest when came along the goons,

In complete masks, were they talibans

Shot me right, shot me left

For I didn’t have a beard and a turban

My leg was lamed and hand was crippled

Had enough for a day, so I left limping away

 

I, then, reached the country of supremes

Witnessed people in green

Protesting against the leader of supremes

People were killed for wearing green,

Moussavi had lost, so had the nation

And it was again the victory of Satan.

 

I swam across the lake,

To meet the lady of grace

But she was convicted for endless days

Aaung Sang sui ki, was taken to jail

Condemned by all, looked so lame

Locked behind the doors of her home,

No mercy, no democracy was now the norm.

 

Next on the list was the country of Kim Jongs,

Who had declared the regime of the insane,

The tyrant killed people and sent innocents to jail,

Sentenced them all to hard labour jail

Broke all ties with its friend,

And brought home shame.

 

So I sit today to write,

Exercise all my rights,

Uproot the wrongs,

Establish the rights,

And now, I’ll live only to fight.

 

 

 

Reviews

[Sakshi]

Superbly written. Looking forward to read more! :)

[Pradeep Nair]

So I sit today to write,
Exercise all my rights,
Uproot the wrongs,
Establish the rights,
And now, I’ll live only to fight.

-Kudos....

[neo]

wohhoooo awesome....that was really an interesting poem.. a eye-opener.
i read it three times just to realize the beauty of this poem

[Coyote Poetry]

You are amazing writer. Skill of a writer is to take the reader on trips and journeys in their words. Your poem took me to many places. Dream of a better days and vision of hope shine in your words. A excellent poem.
Coyote