Birth Of The Clamour Poem by Karan Tripathi

PART - I

We saw,
The birth of Rome
From the champagne of luminaries
They savoured; they laughed
And created destinies in their diaries

On streets,
Still raw
The shivering cult of bones
Bleak; besieged
Winds carrying painful groans

A few,
They stand
On the banks of river blood
Smoking; clasping
For creating palaces of mud

Though little,
They know
The clamour brewing on the dark land
Apathetic; abhorred
By the virtues of joint hands


PART – II

The day you will fall; Oh might
Wealth will flow to the streets
Its prowess will engulf the erstwhile plight
Thus, to us; it shall greet.

You promised us future
We promised you blood
You drank, you quenched; you strengthened your stature
And we lost the one we loved.

You ignited, you lured
The one hiding down below
You grew on their worship; will fall on their curse
We feel the sun rising to end the days of snow

You debauched yet survived
To witness the birth of clamour
The poison of power that you imbibed
Shall shamble your wall of valour

You vindicated sins; wrote our melancholic history

You swelled your treacherous grit
But hell awaited your arrival for long
If there’s an end to you; it is this
That moment of death; it is this.