The sixth poetry of NaPoWriMo 2018 challenge. The poem collects the bizzare thoughts of rebellions. More of traditional one. 😇
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Though Freedom Is Not Free!
In a distant future,
Let us be anonymous.
Wander to the path
Where no one has to tolerate us.
We could do anything
Pass a judgment on anyone,
Write a furious letter to the adultery committee,
Dance in a desultory fashion.
Be a bigot or an abusive hypocrite,
Read a holy book or burn the religion,
Count the people and typecast them,
Film those repugnant minds to taste their conniption.
Bring on the rebels,
Be impervious to those who lack imagination,
Finally, hide among proletariats.
Let the world be World for a second.
No need to become a warrior or a saint.
Let’s be anonymous
As everyone is or will be
In a distant future!
This is the Sixth poem in the series of NaPoWriMo 2018 challenge. This poem could be counted as traditional one.
The song of the day is not a song but a background score of Blade Runner 2049 – Furnace. Just plug in your earphone and let the emotion flow with the music.
Please read this poem without a blink and a thought. If you find it interesting and want to have more discussion, then drop a comment.
I am Shivesh – Poet, Writer, Actor, Theatre Artist and Now also becoming, Filmmaker (amateur).
Reminiscences of our well illustrated liberation,
Remember your identity as an Indian?
Revolutionize your terrified heart, you see
Recurrence of catastrophic phenomenon!
Re-plotting the assassination of our developed society, huh!
Reassurance of the promise they made to ridicule us,
Reason, to relive the reign of malicious past?
Yes, Rebel at our heart to sing our freedom trails, thus!
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A Genie in a Bottle
A light musical note of trumpets in the air,
Room was full of silence
With green dim lights on the wall
And Full moon was peeping through darkness.
Paintings were hanging all over, reeling souvenir,
A mewing voice of cat, resentful!
Those curtains were blowing in the breezy wind,
One black diamond was shining at open door, wonderful!
A table was kept in the middle,
Where a glass jar with wooden cap was placed at the center,
One flexible, flying blue body with sadness in his face
was locked inside, oh dear!
He was hitting the bottle wall with his tiny hand,
Poor devil, mourning for his lost power, humming.
Curiously you pulled the cap, freed the blue genie,
Oh look at that, he was full happy and dancing!
He roamed all over the corner
created a magical sparkle clap, cheering!
He came over to you then and asked
Would you like to wish for something?