A Moment Passed By Her Land - Poem by Deb Panda
A moment -passed by her land,
Frenzy -with smiles of those lost;
Little bird from her days past,
Unkind - quickening clouds of a dark land.
O- if she has already -grilled;
That lagged spirit into her veil -
Or yet! not with usual move asked,
A question unasked-
for the little bird.
And very often, early it wooed
To ages of mystery -behind his days,
And death comes to that land
Last pledge to bid.
But death itself be not proud,
as our boarders are faultless spikes,
and our land is within us- OF TRUTH
Yours -the truth ever to hatred.
And will resist -
Load of your sword -
With blunt arms of the gun,
We powered to surpass -
Bill you didn't;
Won, and excused-
The deceased of the forlorn.
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