Vivek Tiwari

Rookie - 81 Points (23 July 1985 / Gaura (R.S.) Pratapgarh)

Battle Of Self And Slavery


A demon dancing upon the sounds of frenzied knell-
That rings-but beguiling
Like all welcoming morning-bell;
Castle of grandeur-beautiful and vast
With sweet-spoken agents,
Hearts' construction quite aghast.

Like the severe agents of Evil,
Who please with fake welcome and greet
Lures with what you long
As an open-armed token of meet.

As soon as you're lured to bait
Accept the offer and sign the fate-
The bond that asks for devotion and duty
Is a contract of Self that you sold for upto sixty.

You've to follow then, the commanding voice
Have to serve with sole devotion
As then there is no other choice.

Terms & conditions applied so strictly
Within the folds of unknown mystery
(Till you're left with fate to accept
Too late to follow the Self's percept)

Sacrifying your freedom to the Demon's decorum
And all that sucks you
At the quite demand of Forum;
Feeds you enough-
Enough for your blood and energy
To suck you daily, to suck your blood and drain you dry.

Pining and wailing like an imprisoned barbary ape
Your soul cries aloud Escape! Escape! Escape!

To make your soul sing leisurely
Like a Happy Laurel
Despise the bait, be self satisfied
And enjoy the happy flourishing floral.

Submitted: Monday, August 12, 2013
Edited: Saturday, August 31, 2013

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

This poem is a Battle between Self (Soul) and Slavery.
Now a days the private institutions lure the employees with a lot of outwardly pomp and show and sometimes even make you fill a bond of contact for months or years or whatsoever and as soon as you signed it you've sold your Self to serve even most unwillingly as when they reveal before you their bitter secret (their strict terms & conditions) that were never mentioned earlier, you feel quite oppressed and pine but don't have any other option or choice but to wail and pine.
No doubt the schools and colleges are following the same track. The old system of schooling, when the teaching and teachers were considered the most honorable is out of date. Today it's only a contractual business. The teachers too are soul oppressed and are considered, by both the institution authorities and the guardian's part, a person who comes for money and has to work for that and that's up.


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  • Gold Star - 12,028 Points Valsa George (5/27/2014 1:28:00 AM)

    As soon as you're lured to bait
    Accept the offer and sign the fate-
    The bond that asks for devotion and duty
    Is a contract of Self that you sold for upto sixty.

    This stanza summarises the entire scenario in a nut shell....! The contracts we sign with our employer can turn to be sale deeds of our own self and freedom! You have beautifully brought out the trap into which the employees are often lured to fall! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 34 Points Adheez Van Der Beanthz (8/15/2013 7:56:00 AM)

    a problem that often eluded from our observations
    The world has evolved into a network of devious greed
    and you write a true story from the world situation now
    a very strong message and worthy of further reflection
    what should i say..! a brilliant thoughts..! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 88 Points Payal Parande (8/13/2013 1:48:00 PM)

    i have to say sir you have outdone yourself, the piece speaks the truth about today's economical condition which looking at present is not something to proud of, but what can we do well this we can make people realize the truth and you have done a great job of it, hats off to you (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 781 Points Thomas A Robinson (8/12/2013 12:41:00 PM)

    As technology culminates to perfection where every detail of the individual is known, there will be no self anymore. We will be grouped into tiers or stratas of purposefullness.
    Little attention will be given to the individual but to his place will all be.
    A grim future for the individual do I see. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 812 Points Unwritten Soul (8/12/2013 12:13:00 PM)

    The idea is big, the wording well you are better than me to judge, you are mastery in your piece..great work! _Soul (Report) Reply

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