A grave day it was,
Decision awaiting final;
Tensed the air enveloping,
At stake - his position.
The torment visible in his eyes;
Torn between love for his family
and his love towards duty.
His family his priority......
Why work in this hell's dread,
his eyes the question said;
reflecting the emotional conflict within
tearing his entrails apart.
His world caved in
when his loved ones were threatened,
the few rebels against
his administrative strategies diplomatic.
Resignation his forced decision,
from post greatly treasured,
A tug of war ensued, tensed and grave
Finally justice prevailed
His place secure and reinstated!
Humans we are
to hold near and dear close,
Why spread this stench of hatred
When fragrance of love is at hand.
The cloud of darkness lifted,
The torch bearer back to illuminate,
the path towards visions great,
the others faithful.....trusting.... Following........
We feel happy when justice is rightly meted out to the deserving and the cloud of suspicion and allegations lifted off! Powerful write, Jaishree!
Marvellous depiction. An intensive poem I like most. Thanks for sharing. ....10
Truly, the near and dear ones have a lovable place
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great poem about spine that refuses to bend. Well done, Jaishree-ji.