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Shikha Singh Poem
NEITHER UNDERSTOOD, NOR EXPLAINED
I was believed the mightiest of all,
The thing known was only my countrymen soul.
I worked upon day and night in silence,
For my nation I had the path lf violence.
I commanded work with me, don't stop till you achieve,
There is only one priority from day to eve.
I spoke whatever I felt was right,
As my countrymen welfare was my sight.
Once, a winter night in days of battle,
I went out silently to see was everything settle.
Fog and mist was all around,
It was calm but then I heard a certain sound.
When I noticed the topic of voice was me,
So to listen, I got hidden behind the tree.
I was excited to know their views,
Being a king I still felt on head water dews.
In a moment my heart got jerk,
They spoke something which won't work.
I loved my countrymen by heart,
The had uttered something which hurt.
"He thinks him to be supreme,
Always thinks to command upon team".
Other said-"His pride is more above,
Nor countrymen has got his love".
For the first time I had such opinion,
I never thought from this vision.
Was I really of this way,
Should I go away or think here to stay?
Back to palace, I very well knew,
Tomorrow was the last battle of queue.
The watch striked midnight,
Somewhere in my heart dilemma was at its height.
Now I was at battle hours,
With my army I kept raising country towers.
We all fought with our full strength ,
Finally my country had all boundry length.
People celebrated the victory,
All together said I had created history.
I could hear appreciation everywhere,
But I knew many still blamed anywhere.
Within me, I knew I was correct,
Though many didn't knew this fact.
And I like constant never thought of loss and gain,
That why they neither understood ,I nor explained.
Copyright © Shikha Singh | Year Posted 2017
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Shikha Singh Poem
You open your eyes horrified by those dreams,
Beautiful morning yet you can hear those screams.
You look around but it's all silence,
Still inside you feel the violence.
It's been forever since you saw the light,
Forever since you held anyone tight.
Sunlight breaks through the window glass,
Darling,you are at home let those feelings pass.
You wake-up wondering how do you feel so dead,
But you know home is safe as you are reminded by your head.
Sipping your tea,looking at the ceiling.
Engulfing that bread, finding everything unappealing.
And suddenly,after so long you think of this masterpiece,
What if you find a place of peace?
The idea of peace is soothing,
As it gets your body moving.
An utter need to find this place,
So you want to start this chase.
You meet your friends,go to that ice-cream shop,
Dive into water,reach to mountain top.
Go through heaven to hell for this place.
Frustrated,you wonder is there really a place of peace to chase?
At the end,you seat underneath that tree to introspect,
Your mind wanders again and suspect.
You realize if there is deep ocean to drown you,
There is always a shore to hold you.
I know you feel forever without light,
But if there is day there has to be night.
So you picture every single memory in that collage,
Alas a place of peace is just a mirage,just a mirage.
Copyright © Shikha Singh | Year Posted 2019
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