THE MAURYAN CONSCIENCE
Silently soaked in blood so cold,
He became it, they became those,
Slowly, pecked by vultures and crows;
Letting go of their mortal hold.
His self cried: "See thy dying men,
O Thou Mighty! What have you done?
You took her man and loving son;
Making them sad and lone women.
You fought brave till end, and lost not.
Think, but who did you make so rich?
People will say, 'He conquered land,
Walking tall over dead that rot.'
You may build empires, of which,
Nothing remains in end, but sand!"
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2 comments:
I do like the play with words Sreeram. Now having said that why don't you try to make some that are a bit contemporary---i.e. fit for this generation. I am sure you will be good at that as well if you try.
This is a good one for a 'first-time' sonnet!! :-)
Thanks a ton Ammu :) I Will definitely try something that is contemporary :)
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