Delusion Grandiose
Delusion of Grandeur! I know not
Maybe i'm high,maybe not
But burnin' in me are now the flames
once drenched in mournful tears,
neath the timid soul in fear;
now ready to shine and surge.
I may not be a crowned head
commanding no army, no troops fed
and if i cry halt ! no war'll stop
Muffle my sounds,unhear my plea
till, at top of my voice
I scream ! I scream !
trembling the land,tearing skies
till,deaf asks what i'd to say
blind rises and lead the way
Delusion of Grandeur? I know not
and if i'm high so what!
Once the land of tolerance
now searing in febrile waves
terror, a disease so contagious
ailing me and innumerable other
And once the frozen veins
now boiling in anguish's flame
till,no racist termite hollows my pride
and no terrorists trample my rights
Contuse my body, soul untouched
drag me in dirt,esteem unhurt
'cause now i shine, i surge!
Even if countless candles to light
for all wronged graves
I'll fight ! I'll fight!
until, twisted minds putrefy
Delusion of Grandeur? No not
Am i high? Think not
Burning in me are now,
the wisdom's flame
once drenched in mournful tears
neath the timid soul in fear
But here i shine!
Here i surge!
Copyright © Nitika Singh | Year Posted 2017
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