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Md Sameer Poem
Of the JOURNAL I hold in hand,
pages flutter with the breeze...
for I'm lost in its words, I'm lost to the distant seas.
O voyager who scribed the tale,
whom did you meet and what did you see?
What whimsical for a land must it be...
for me to get lost in its scenery?
Excavations of the EMPIRE and tunnels running deep,
the legends of the past and the ancient tree!
Oh, you met the Bards? what did you hear?
Songs of the glorious past, and forgotten love for tears...
O BARD of the distant past, I ask thee...
the stories you tell and the tales you sing,
are those truths or just mere fantasy?
"Truths, sire," they speak "most of 'em. "
Wanderers in a wanderer's tale, I see.
O voyager, there's not much left of it
the pages still flutter under the breeze.
Tell me more, for I'm not near appeased.
A lost tribe in mid forest, you say?
what'd they eat, and how'd the children play?
long harpoons for hunt and the eldest did the slay.
ELDEST gets the first meat, hierarchy, you see.
Holding the people strong, living atop the largest tree!
And what more did you see? What stories could you tell,
Ah, when did the BARD leave?
the last page fluttered, I'm still lost.
How did your voyage end...
Do you think we'll meet again, O sightseer of the tale?
Copyright © Md Sameer | Year Posted 2024
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Md Sameer Poem
She kept walking, kept travelling...
A Traveller by profession, she kept exploring.
With a pure and kindest heart inside her soul,
She was pretty easy to pick, easy to be fooled.
Her feet reached a small town,
Tired, she was happy to have it found-
And hoped for some water and food,
With her kind eyes, she now intrudes...
In a small village, with no roof.
She asked for some food,
If she gets, she will pay them good.
But All they did was to cry in front of her-
A pure soul, sang a song there,
Her heart couldn't keep up with the utter cries-
And she gave them what was with her, to see their eyes dry.
With everything given, she proceeded bareheaded and barefoot-
All she got was the happiness from helping those troops.
With sparkling eyes, she headed forward-
And saw an old lady, sobbing, cuddled up.
Not noticing the suspicious air around, she thus proceeded-
With nothing, but a body- bare and naked.
Didn't want to appear in front of others,
She ran to the nearby forest, in the southern.
She walked shivering, yet with kind gaze,
And met the forest demons, hungry and desperate.
She noticed, yet she smiled, as a mist.
She opened her arms, inviting them for the feast.
All she did was to help others, she did her job well, I guess.
In return, got nothing but more and more pleases.
She offered her arms, her limbs, her feet-
As she pitied the hunger of the demonic beings.
All that was left was her head, rolling around-
The last demon took out a kind eye and licked it, very much bound.
"Here is a gift from us demons" he said and flew away-
Leaving a piece of paper, leaving the one-eyed head for decay.
She rolled out her eyes, with the strength she had left with her-
To look at the gift the demon left as an honor.
'IDIOT!' it said, said the piece of paper...
Tears rolled from her eye; she couldn't feel more satisfied from her works.
"Thank you!" a mumble came from her mouth, and she smiled-
"It's my first return gift! Thankyou!" Were the last words that came from her mouth.
Her one-eyed head now rested for eternity, no more kind deeds to be done.
Ah, The cry! The song of the dead bird sure was a pitiful one.
Never heard a pure soul rest so peacefully in this world.
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Blurry sight and squinted eyes,
Spotted something under the sweaty brows
Steps hurried over stumbled and fumbled.
It's been years now, as I reminisce...
and the thorns never stop growing, do they?
with bruised foot that continued, now I know!
It's a well! another well, oh well...
a checkpoint I presume?
It'll be empty as others as well.
"I'm tired now, it seems",
"Tell me life, how long has it been?"
I noticed a pause, no words spared, as usual.
The dusty path took me there, near and nearer...
Hands on the wall, I looked down
Did the dry eyes reflect a sudden sparkle?
Yes...there's some water down there?
"Is this the last stop?" I thought...
The wandering heart answers in naught.
There's more to go huh, how much then?
Shrugging its shoulders, no words came.
The water is cold, went down my thirsty throat,
Livening up my nerves as I gloat.
Still not enough, didn't feel any satiate
"At least you found some water,"
"Right there, there's a light!"
There is some, which wasn't before, albeit in crumbs,
that's greed right there, but let's fret not,
let's not stop our journey here.
I can smell the wet grounds and the rains
What sweet melody for it to travel this far,
its small, but there is a spark!
Afoot again, i walk now
Let's meet again, if fate allows
at the next stop, to the next well
and I'm sure I'll have another story to tell!
Copyright © Md Sameer | Year Posted 2024
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