Poetic Water...

 




Poems, one of the most beautiful forms of expression. Sometimes they are sonnets, sometimes ballads, sometimes epics, sometimes free verses. Poems are a huge part of me. It takes a lot of work for a collection of words to receive the nomenclature of a poem... 

    These poems give us a great deal of enjoyment and unending entertainment. Personally, I am a budding poet! Shakespeare gave me inspiration to start working on poems with more intricate details. I learnt from him that no matter how ridiculous your topic is termed by the society, you must not give up, as your success shuts their mouth. Not only him, but Robert Frost, Premchand, Ruskin Bond, Adrienne Rich and many others have given a great contribution to the charity called Literature. Poems are a great source of spending or as I say, "investing" time. I myself have currently written more than 30 poems, hoping that it quenches my eternal thirst and urge to attain fame. Through these blogs, I express my heart and soul, via a body called poem...

    Poetry is a really delicate art form which uses each and every ounce of your efforts, and at the same time, is quite easy. This habit makes the writer find allegories in each and every aspect of life. A true poet isn't the one who can just write some words which rhyme, but is the one who can express the universe within a stanza...

    I find my reflection in the poetic water of dark and reflective image of history. These are expressions of my depression and the truth of the world. But, when I sense that there is scope for good in the world of bad, I head out to the pond of joy, nature and mostly romance.

    The poem presented below is one of my favorites which features the harsh realities of the world today under the pen name of "modernity". My poem, named Le Parasite En Nous shows the world a mirror with no defects. Please read it and let me know you insight...


-Le Parasite En Nous-

The parasite within us

Humans are under attack,
And our minds are targets too.
They’re slowly being devoured by
Le Parasite En Nous.

It crept into our infant brains,
And cracked our minds in two.
This parasite grew stronger still,
As the body grew.

The poor were left to starve and beg,
Though help was overdue.
The world grew darker, fed by
Le Parasite En Nous.

With time, men grew more cunning
History bears the clue.
And all this silent rot was fed by
Le Parasite En Nous.

Officials crowned with power
Take bribes beneath the stage.
The parasite fuels every theft
In its ambitious rage.

They worship women in the light,
Then break them in the dark.
What beast devours both?
The krill and the bleeding shark?

We slaughtered what made us human,
And shaped the beasts anew.
So goes the twisted reign of
Le Parasite En Nous…

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