Mother! Tell me what is behind those doors
Late father averred there is a treasure
A microcosm of whole world's splendour
An extravagent elegence of nature's allure
But warned me not to open the doors
Unless and untill I am doubly sure
Mother wept and said, "It is a deadlock
By blunders of your forefathers; did choke"
Mother tell me what is behind those doors
I hear deadly thunders, shrieks and shouts
And plangent whimpers of unseen spirits
I smell something noisome and nausiating
As if coming from a mass burning of pyres
Whenever I look at those queer doors
My heart hammers with unknown terror
Why mother? Why? Tell me! Why?
What is behind those doors?
She sobbed and sobbed with wild shiver
And said, "It is our own Kashmir! ! ! "
I read this poem, a free style; the curiosity is kept. the meaning is not clear t, i saw some grammer mistakes, so elimintary. Mother tells, not moter tell. third person singular in present tense deman's' after the verb. My father averred there is... My father averred there was
i thought it is just a fantasy poem about ghost or something of that kind, never thought of kashmir, great work....
Till the end there is suspense in your poem. I never thought Kashmir would be behind the closed room till the end. A good poem indeed!
This poem is well written and creative to!
I adore creativity. This is a very creative thing that I did not expect. It is a troublesome thing. But, it is a truthful thing. That, makes this important and I gave it my excellant recommendation. GW62
its an odd poem, , , its remarkable! ! ! ! ! really good, you are one of the best poem writer of this site....10 thanks, jhane
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
....well expressed indeed.....10