Mother! Tell me what is behind those doors
Late father averred there is a treasure
A microcosm of whole world's splendour
An extravagent elegence of nature's allure
But warned me not to open the doors
Unless and untill I am doubly sure
Mother wept and said, "It is a deadlock
By blunders of your forefathers; did choke"
Mother tell me what is behind those doors
I hear deadly thunders, shrieks and shouts
And plangent whimpers of unseen spirits
I smell something noisome and nausiating
As if coming from a mass burning of pyres
Whenever I look at those queer doors
My heart hammers with unknown terror
Why mother? Why? Tell me! Why?
What is behind those doors?
She sobbed and sobbed with wild shiver
And said, "It is our own Kashmir! ! ! "
a very touchy poem. till the end it seemed like a mystery what was behind the door. well done. a 10 surely. i hope all the cries will be swapped with the happy grins soon.
deadlock..to square one...and implied to Kashmir...nice creativity...
you built up the mystery with nice imagery. the tragedy of Kashmir- deadlock over a piece of land, price being paid by the innocent citizens, very moving.10+ Mamta
Moving and emotional. It is always good when people write from their hearts and you are a leading exponent of this talent.
This poem is well written and creative to!
I adore creativity. This is a very creative thing that I did not expect. It is a troublesome thing. But, it is a truthful thing. That, makes this important and I gave it my excellant recommendation. GW62
its an odd poem, , , its remarkable! ! ! ! ! really good, you are one of the best poem writer of this site....10 thanks, jhane
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this one a lot because throughout this poem your thinking whats going on and at the end everything makes sense. A 10