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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Mustafa - The unforgotten Saga The betrayal had already begun; The spells of an unwavering bond. Ruptured has the membrane of fatherhood Worthless, like blinded ‘Phthonus’ or ‘Laius’. The destiny has carved the trap like a layman, In my brimming youth that awaits to conquer. Looked upon I am by my children and wives, Did not heed to the web strengthened with steel and ‘brain’. Doubtless was I on the future of my land, Dreaming of my plans and expeditions. A growing world beyond the territories that exist A cradle I made for the future world. I am not an offender, nor a victim But a martyr, as, a peril for them. The throne was wavering in ‘His’ last years For a new era of women for good they say. Known is the nobility for the desires and predatory. It is never a choice but a mishap. The scepter and the crown stained with blood and tears, Alas! I have to beat the race with no mercy. It is a promise and shield to my mother It is a haven and heaven to the harem. A stability that prospers the land, A console and dream for the working lot. The iron daggers and swords were worthless But the cold eyes that were unbothered Realizing the power and ambition in them Dead I am already, succumbed to the ‘fate’. Bleeding are my wounds ensuing a terrible battle, The mind, the body and the soul couldn’t linger. The sourness and salty tears that defeated me- The thought of an ending stage of conspiracy. Tore my heart apart the pain that was induced My father – Suleiman the magnificent, my own father Executing the plan in hostile was he, on his own dream. The burrows that were dug can’t burry, The hope and the love I had seeded. The sharp lamenting cries and the prayers I heard, Paved the path and open the gates of ‘Jannah’ for me. Sandhya T.P.
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