O GOD! LET ME NOT
BE A MONARCH OF A FATAL KINGDOM!
Oh! Artificiality
plays supreme,
Where Genuineness
is scared to scamper and quietly scream!
Oh! A Reverie is adored
as, and substituted for a sweet dream,
Where the reeking
Scum is taken for mouth watering Cream!
Comes to power a
misleading and unrivalled Illusion,
Where suffocated
and strangled is the valued Vision!
Oh! A more blessed
and welcome haven is a poisoned Prison,
Where whipped,
gagged and throttled is one’s prized Reason!
Oh! Hell is a
much coveted and sought after place,
Where Heaven is
unwanted like cursed, rotten flesh!
Oh! A shameful Incarceration
is a celestial Bliss,
Where Salvation
is ignobly sliced to many a piece!
Oh! Falsehood clears,
at ease, the litmus Test,
Where Truth is
poisoned to death as a pestering Pest!
O God! Let me not
be a wretched Monarch of a fatal Kingdom,
Let me prefer, in
Your Realm, a contented and reprieved Serfdom!
Glossary:
reeking -
stinking
scum- a layer of
dirt on the surface of a liquid
gagged –choked
throttled - suffocated
incarceration -
imprisonment
©Shankar D Mishra
02.11.2017
Blog:
sdmpoetry.blogspot.com
My blog contains
165 poems till date.
E-mail:
shankardmishrapoet@mail.com
WhatsApp no. 08270604524
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