What I feel-

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hat I feel- POEM

• What I feel-

   

   

   

  A tribute to Syria

   

   

   

   

   

   

  What a wonderful morning

   

   

  Birds chirping

   

   

  Such a snow-less winter it is

   

   

  Soothing my lingering butterflies

   

   

   

   

   

   

  Why this ambivalence

   

   

  Where is my heart going is of essence

   

   

  Pounding like an engine when I see your name

   

   

  Dreaming of innocent images, all the same

   

   

   

   

   

   

  It’s not the kind that makes a smile

   

   

  Under the covers of unlighted rooms, desires stockpile

   

   

  Where sisters whisper naughtiness

   

   

  And false hopes are hatched in freshness

   

   

   

   

   

   

  But gone is the liking for anything pink

   

   

  Where from the anger of unfulfilled love I drink

   

   

  That kindles an inner world as large as Rome or Syria

   

   

  And words become helpless like un-controlled hysteria

   

   

   

   

   

   

  Inklings of poetry, lyrics, movies and e-books besides social media

   

   

  Knocking helplessly at the waves of control-mania

   

   

   

   

   

   

  They seem to become hapless victims of indescribability

   

   

  Even the encrypted gets cracked; not infallibility

   

   

   

   

   

   

  It’s like knowing you will not make it, even being a true fool

   

   

  Like a swan that swims gracefully while frenzies beneath rule

   

   

  I wandered the land, ghastly blue

   

   

  Until I laid my eyes on you

   

   

   

   

   

   

  So this isn’t a V-day tribute

   

   

  Rather to all those who are broken by unrequited truth

   

   

  Who fail to claim their birth-right without aggression.

   

   

  God made you perfect to receive affection

   

   

   

   

   

   

  To love and be loved is not a privilege or lucky strike

   

   

  It’s critical to civilization and any Mike

   

   

  Nations are at war, filling Hell’s fury with Super anarchy

   

   

  Angels are in prayers supplicating against such tyranny

   

   

   

   

   

   

  Tell me Just why- honestly why

   

   

  Sweet-harm enamored your thoughts daily

   

   

  Why the people’s constant mindfulness, fearfulness

   

   

  That you will not live up to this make-feel goodness

   

   

   

   

   

   

  Oh Land of Damascus

   

   

  Oh Nation of Prophets

   

   

  Where our sisters breathe divine breaths

   

   

  Have your brave hearts been buried in the princess of white minarets?

   

   

   

   

   

   

  I want to break loose like a snowflake in the wind

   

   

  And ever rescind

   

   

  Free from this occupy-lunacy

   

   

  Maybe like Rumi or even Gazzali- a heartland far from piracy!