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The Golden Crusade

Whence the first rays of sunlight fall,
And nary a bird awake,
The purple shades of sky,
Signal for the war-drums to be played.

Sleep blown away,
The gruelling struggle stirs,
And the blueing sky calls,
For the armies to lay waste.

A thousand graves are dug,
Lifted aside are fallen men,
Letters put into being,
To be perused by brood and and bruv.

War stems from hope and anger,
In an inebriated state of righteousness,
Unfounded assumptions seeded by desire,
To be brought to rest in a book or melancholy tune of lyre.

So beware, raconteur,
the golden crusade, a facade of wreath of laurel,
For triumph is founded on the back of coercion.

Alas, nations will fight with power,
But men will be flayed away,
Not unlike the fabled golden crusade.

Copyright © Aaryaman Gupta | Year Posted 2022



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Poignancy

The all-consuming, everlasting,
endearing, angering, loving, caring,
blind to the bonds of hope,
ignorant to happiness,
yet wanted, needed,
Life.

Poignant it is, for sadness is its counterpart,
yet euphoric it is, for it lies in the blithesome land,
Life.

Taken away, unfairly,
one can chant,
taken away, too early,
words be spewed,
yet, it is deaf to all remarks,
for Erebos has no mercy,
the tainted tract.

So, beg you can,
return it will not,
they say that the ardour of love is the strongest,
yet what know they,
for death takes all away.

And so, in life,
I owe the little things to myself,
the big to my brood and bruv,
and the biggest, to death itself.

For what is taken away unfairly,
brews a furious desire,
to prove them wrong,
and knowing that all shall be overcome,
with the finality of life.

So, I shall go with death,
not as enemies,
not as friends,
but as acquaintances,
who respect together,
Life.

And what I have lost,
will hurt me deep,
for the words of poetry,
will not help me remove,
the poignancy of loss.



This poem is dedicated to Alexander Technoblade (1999-2022) the person who inspired me to do things, be myself and live a better life.

Copyright © Aaryaman Gupta | Year Posted 2023


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