Walls crop up, from time to time
Whenever a brash leader of a nation
Trumpets flawed false notion,
Or a zealot sows the seeds of hatred.
Misguided, blind-folded,
Fearing your very own shadows,
You build them all around you.
Callous, before you realize your fallacy
You are a prisoner of your own phobias.
Heeding to the magic pied-piper
You build them around your nation,
You build them across the rivers
That flow in, to guard your riches;
You build them to stifle the inlets
And block those wearing dreams on their sleeves.
Heading into a downward spiral of hatred
You tread a path of no return.
For a while, the stillborn dreams
Pileup in a heap around the borders;
But soon - the river meanders around the walls
Seeking new deltas to enrich;
Undeterred, the dreams blossom, flourish again
Fostered in the faraway, newer, fertile lands.
The prisoner that you are, You look around
In the middle of the smog filled barren lands;
Once a river, the empty canyon now
Stares at the towering walls;
Once a sprawling metropolis
Resigns to its fate, a necropolis.
Decades from now, A brave heart
May bring the walls crumbling down,
But the walls built in the heart
Leave you isolated for centuries more;
Walls have no favorite sides,
Walls will never be one-way roads;
The wall that you built around you
is nothing but your own tomb!
The poem is a witty reflection on the rules of tyranny. An insightful piece set aside for honest contemplation. Thanks for sharing Murali.
Yes very true you always have walls of no end yet the very end of development
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A sublime start with a nice poem, Murali. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.