Sima Mittal Poet Verse

Feelings of the American Flag

My Stars were my pride
I was always ready for the ride
Hoisted in the clear sky
I flew freely and high!

But now, I lay in unwanted ashes
Burnt by many, those bodily fleshes
Alas, all my stars now feel like scars!
Alas, all my stars now feel like scars!

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Kathryn Collins May 5, 2013 at 8:01 AM Dear Sima - Your two repetitive last lines are extraordinary. love, Kathy Sima Mittal May 8, 2013 at 11:53 AM Asante(thanks)

Seren Roberts April 25, 2013 at 3:23 PM Sima the world has gone mad, I am from Wales, I guess you wouldnt knw my flag...Seren Sima Mittal April 26, 2013 at 2:40 AM thanks for reading! will have a look at your flag too!

Scribbler Of Verses April 25, 2013 at 2:16 PM Brilliant! 'flags' and other jingoistic platitudes do puff up nation on earth, and make them insular and detached from the rest of our shared humanity. Thank you for a wonderful and timely and poignant poem! Sima Mittal April 26, 2013 at 2:41 AM Thanks so much for the encouragement!

Sima Mittal April 25, 2013 at 9:38 AM Kindly note....just feelings of a flag..... Not to hurt anyone's patriotic sentiments....