EXILED
It is 38 years,
exiled from home
Kept all within
and my heart
turned tome
No home to go ,
all razed to ground
Some razed
and some were
burnt to hound
Still told
my heart
a hotel will do
Will walk
on the land
which my rightful due
Breathe the air
which devils
are breathing
Turned paradise
into a land of
bleeding
How long
can my soul
listen to me
I had kept it
alive
showing it dreams
I had packed
my bags
with love
to go
Rascals killed
some more,
for me to show
Never
on an ant
could I
step on
I have reached
a state
for battles
to be won
I lived in love ,
I lived in peace
I can no longer
wait for things
to cease
It is 38 years,
I will surely step
My patience
has lost its
all false pep
An ant
or a man
is same to me
Nothing can
stop me from,
my paradise
to see
Now ready
to strike
in anyway
Nothing can
stop me
come what may
My soul
will not stop
to lay a few
They butchered
my many
to make
some stew
Words on paper
ha! is not
the road
Positive energies
were enough
unload
Prayers have failed
to reform
the devils
It is time
I throw good
and turn to evil
I have nothing
to lose
and no one
to stop
For my every
tear drop
their blood
will drop
My elders left
seeing
half shown dreams
God will
make them lick
now poisoned cream
Their prayers
will ruin
their future soon
They will never
get to see
a full bloomed moon
I have unpacked
my bags
and emptied them
Filled them
with hatred,
only death,
their condemn.
©sunita grover raina2022
07/04/22
India
