Mother, It's Not Over Poem by kalyan mech

Mother, It's Not Over



She was born as a lotus pedal,
Mud soul, free to get wet and lively,
Hunk who hate hunbandry, abandoned her
She didn't die as a lily.

Why they burned the blue to red
She wondered and the sky was erupting
She was running on her dream
Both hands were unfilling.

Pockets loaded with treasure 'd barked at her
'Your lover leaves your door, reply the question,
Her eyes shed, 'some why has no answer
But my love turns to professions'.

A poet died in the gutter
Lifelessness was his last note, that i can read far.
He protested, 'creation of god is itself woman;
Who you mortal are to bind her'? .

She died. Yeah she died unknown
Thinking peace and harmony won't be torned
But a way leads to other
Babies of a rose borned as thorns.

With burning belief they rose
To them sun was hot, dark itself was atramentous.
'Ask more sacrifices if some need', they exclaimed.
'We are here, our soul is luminous'.

The orphans cried a strom
Beneath the burning sun
'Bless us lord we want to die
But fill our hands with gun'.

'Mother my earth we are coming', they cried
'Into a grave inside your belly,
But don't afraid its not all over my mom
We will rise again with new strom
Where every mouth will utter
Grimme Grimme Revolution'.

Saturday, May 17, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: art
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