S pring in her steps she wanders in wonder
R ecoils in amazement retraces the year
I gnites the haven the Persians call ‘bunder’
N o regrets but resilience beyond graffiti of fear
G ive me hope she exclaims I will not go under
I n the semi desert one forgotten Iris blooms
S urpassing the ruins and shackles of tombs
C risp early morning she takes shelter in beauty
O h Allah protect me while my husband is gone
M y children are hungry for them it’s my duty
I nstil all the love past seasons have foregone
N ever give up the new summer comes closer
G ive praise to beginnings a flower’s composer
S pring might well bring all the Peace we deserve
O n this day with the spring and lonely florescence
O bituaries settled and truce's armistice observed
N o winter shall break her so true to her essence
30th March 2017
Categories:
bunder, peace,
Form: Acrostic
I’LL NEVER GET OVER A BLUNDER
I thought that it would stay that way
But fools like me are usually wrong
Then came that most horrendous day
A day that was twenty-four hours too long
Why, wonder I, did the sun have to rise,
with a dawn too bright for me?
Why did I open my wearied eyes,
only to face a nigh frightfully?
I had slept fitfully the previous night
Although I didn’t know why
I’d rue the day before and its delight
When rather than good morning I heard “goodbye”
I was trying to remain calm and stay cool
But instead the word “single” invaded my brain
Once again I would regret the mistakes of a fool
When beauty brought me to the brink of being insane
I believed it would always stay that way
With picnics and pink frilly under things
And so I would be left bereft only to say
That I regret the sorrow such a blunder brings
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Categories:
bunder, angst, day, me,
Form: Quatrain