I shriek as surreal spells strike
Scampering for somewhere to shelter
‘Dad…’I intoned like Isaac, on my handset
‘Is there no ram for the sacrifice?’
Father himself, stumped for words
Quakes like a child with wobbling lips
I shudder in perils of swords of Damocles
Of which my snivels make no sense
And my cry of no concern
I was meant to rule
I was told soon my hands will sway the scepter
I had left back my mum’s kisses
To offer my ration for my nation
Now I stand overwhelmed by derisive cachinnators
Crackling with bloodied dentition
To taste the bitter fruits of seeds I never sowed
Reaping a harsh harvest, unbidded and unbargained
Imagining the part of me to have a first bite
Tell my mother to see through this dusk
Tell my father I tried to be a man as he taught
Tell my country I am also one of her finest
Categories:
unbargained, deep, grief, innocence, leaving,
Form: Free verse
The door slams on our faces
And shuts out our beauties, boasts and brains
Out there are bubbly buds tended with keen hands
That knew not any of our lures and lores
The wells of hope we thought of drawing from
Suddenly shut up its springs from us
The smiling cabin crew in line of duty
Ever playing hosts and toasts to welcomes
Now their dreadest fears embrace
Our buddies that planned to beat time
Suddenly had time outrun them to the finishing line
The pulpit man takes his turn to meet with his sermon
The shopper picks up an unbargained item in her cart
The family that had thought of a quick reunion
Suddenly had it postponed till afterlife
The goodbyes of breadwinners at the tarmac
Turns out as the last and final one
None death dared to rever
Not even for the love we shared
Categories:
unbargained, analogy, cry, death of
Form: Elegy