Allegory Poems-4 Poem by ashok jadhav

1. Power as a Crown of Thorns
They crowned him king with woven pain,
Each thorn a vow he couldn't claim.
The higher set, the deeper pressed,
Till blood confessed what words suppressed.
He learned that rule is never light—
It cuts the brow both day and night.
Power is not a gift once worn,
But weight that bleeds the day you're sworn.
2. Corruption as a Spreading Rot
It began beneath the polished floor,
A quiet stain, a muffled sore.
The pillars smiled, the walls stood tall,
No one smelled decay at all.
By the time the ceiling sighed,
Every brick had learned to lie.
Corruption grows where truth is mute—
It rots the fruit, then kills the root.
3. Society as a Clockwork Machine
Gears turned citizens into sound,
Ticked lives in circles tightly wound.
Each face a cog, each dream a part,
Oiled with duty, starved of heart.
When one small gear refused its place,
The clock revealed its human face.
A machine runs smooth when parts agree—
But stalls when asked what time should be.
4. War as a Devouring Fire
Fire marched with flags of smoke,
A feast prepared by every stroke.
It ate the young, it drank the old,
Left stories ash, left futures cold.
When victory rose from charred remains,
It crowned itself with orphaned names.
War does not choose the right or wrong—
It burns whoever feeds it long.
5. Freedom as a Migrating Bird
Freedom never nests in chains,
It moves with seasons, flees terrains.
Those who cage it for display
Wake to find it flown away.
It lands where hands are open wide,
Not clenched with fear, nor sealed with pride.
Freedom stays but for a breath—
Then leaves at signs resembling death.
6. Silence as Enforced Darkness
The lamps were smashed without a sound,
Night declared the law around.
Words were fined, and questions jailed,
Truth was taxed till speech went pale.
In the dark, some learned to see
By lighting thoughts silently.
Silence is not peace or rest—
It is night imposed by force confessed.
7. The State as a Labyrinth
Walls wore laws like numbered doors,
Every turn led into more.
Maps were sold but never true,
Exits shifted out of view.
Those who ruled stood still and smiled,
Let citizens grow lost and mild.
A maze is power's favored art—
Confusion governs more than heart.
8. Equality as a Shared Sky
The sky did not ask who looked up,
It covered palace, field, and slum.
Stars were shared without a fee,
Sunrise came impartially.
Equality is not the ground—
It is the sky that wraps us round.
Not sameness forced or roles denied,
But room to rise on equal light.