A Bloodful Of Tears: An Ode To My Generation Poem by Sourav Majumdar
A Bloodful Of Tears: An Ode To My Generation
They pushed it, pushed it hard
They with their insinuated arms
and eyes, mischievously masking self-pity.
Blaming their fateful lives
On the Saturation, The coarseness of the rock
They drained a last dropp of adrenaline
and burst their sinews..
to yield a final forceful kick
And Ahoy! ! ! The Rock budged and slid off the cliff.
Their pupils widening with joy
They smiled as underdogs do,
Congratulating everyone on a facile victory.
Their hands, they gripped each other in bristling malice
still they made Merry and Followed the Rock.
'Look! Look! how Fast he goes', shouted one, 'grinding
petty obstacles, HA, HA, in his path'.
Many remembered watery-eyed how those petty ones
were mountains of their yester-years.
Some drowned their long-forgotten miseries in
ale and looked ahead.
Meanwhile, the Rock with all his velocity
burned inside of friction with His soul.
His darting speed, made the Wind whistle
or at least the Rock thought so....
The Wind was wailing, wailing in sarcasm, in hate
for He was crushing its Mother, the Grass.
Matter-less may it be, but the Wind sought vengeance
It blew hard at the fire inside and stoked it
till it became a Roaring flame,
that licked the Rock's Heart.
In agony, the Rock cried...its dried lachrymal glands
yielding Tears of Blood.
He couldn't Stop.
They were ecstatic at His progress...
One of them praised His speed,
other His power and still another, His ferocity.
And they all shouted in Unity.
'He is The Best',
'He is Better than all of us',
'He is one of Us'.
Writhing in pain, the Rock cried His Heart out.
His blood colored the grasses' graves.
His wails were drowned by the Wind...
and the cheers of joyous Men.
Till suddenly there were lots of shrieks
'Help! ! ! Help! ! ! Stop! ! ! ', they panicked,
and pleaded, 'Stop! ! ! ! ! ! You are one of us.'
The Rock completed the cycle of life
with the Wind plugging His ears.
He crushed His Own, in a split second
and drowned.........................
Drowned in Their Blood, His Tears.
very great... really wonderful... full of meanings... WONDERFUL...BEAUTIFUL...AMAZING nice, , , , , , , , , , ,
A very thoughtful and vividly composed.......the rock of your 'generation'.
in this rat race no one is winner.and even if you win still u are rat..........Good Write..........Sourav.........
An extremely detailed creative write...well put, thanks
Inspiration is the first provocative for writing poem for a natural poet. You have joined the group of poets with this flow of words about what you have decided to say. Good! Read other best poets' expressions; you will know how to develop your ideas in a better way and express in poems that will find a place in everyone's heart which is most important and there lies the real success of a poet in the literary world!
This is quite an ambitious poem, Sourav, and I could tell it was written in a rush of inspiration. The tale it tells, quite effectively, I might add, is a parable for our time and indeed a statement not only of your generation, but of many generations as well. I don't wish to be presumptious, but I think your fascinating poem needs a little fine tuning and polishing before it can be considered complete. There are some mis-spellings to correct and some phrases could use a little tweaking. It is a good habit once one has written a poem, not to post it immediately in the flush of inspirtation that created it. Let it sit for a day, come back and read it again, looking for errors and ways to make it better. Beethoven himself, great genius that he was, would never be satisfied with his initial draft of a composition, but rather would go over it again and again, looking for ways to make it better if not perfect. Many experienced poets do this also, and most of them are whom we consider the greatest poets who ever lived. Your poem is a fine one that has the potential to be a great one with a little more 'tweaking' or work. You have the talent to make it a great one if you want to. Carl.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/4/2024 10:32:43 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A very touchy composition, love it.