Caged bird
I will cut your feathers
And let you free, forever.
Old prisoner
I will slay your throat
And let you escape from here.
Little kid
Hand me your kite
And play with rifles instead.
Solitary girl
Sing me songs of mourn
For I will kill your mother now.
White teddy
Close your eyes tight
As I rip off your cotton bod.
Brave sailor
Laugh and rejoice
Until I draw a hole in your boat.
Wounded warrior
Count your last breaths
As I finally shoot this arrow.
Sweet baby
Smile once more, and last
As I snatch you away and throw.
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wow!! that was very intense. for someone who hasn’t been posting for awhile, you came back with a vengeance, excellent piece of writing. i hope you are well.
I am. And thank you! 🙂
The anger and vitriol is so clear and hard-hitting. Definitely something new in your writing repertoire. It is welcomed, at least by this reader.
Thank you for that! 🙂
this is cruel 😦
It is.. But see, I didn’t post the other half of this post which was crueler 🙂 . I’m sorry though..
Caged bird
I will cut your feathers
And let you free, forever.
Cut my feathers and I shall bleed
I won’t fly but the blood shall flow
And sow the seeds of a resilience new.
Old prisoner
I will slay your throat
And let you escape from here.
Slay my throat and I shall cry
I won’t say but the I shall be heard
And a voice of courage shall rise.
Little kid
Hand me your kite
And play with rifles instead.
Give me the rifle and I shall fire
I won’t aim but I shall shoot
And the bullet shall hit you instead.
Solitary girl
Sing me songs of mourn
For I will kill your mother now.
Kill my mother and I shall weep
I won’t sing but tears shall flow
And rocks shall melt, and so shall you.
White teddy
Close your eyes tight
As I rip off your cotton body.
Rip me off and I shall wait
I won’t see but the cotton shall be free
And be woven again to form your shroud.
Brave sailor
Laugh and rejoice
Until I draw a hole in your boat.
Draw a hole and the boat shall sink
I won’t cry but million would do
And tears of blood shall flood your dreams.
Wounded warrior
Count your last breaths
As I finally shoot this arrow.
Shoot the arrow and I shall die
I won’t count but breath shall be gone
And another shall point to you.
Sweet baby
Smile once more, and last
As I snatch you away and throw.
Throw me away and I shall sleep
I won’t smile but doomsday would
And haunt till the end of your life.
Ouch. This… I wanted it.
Didn’t get you…
Remember that response poem you wrote for ‘stoning me’?
This one.. It speaks of cruelty in a crueler way but expresses a brighter end. As in each stanza haunts the oppressor and marks their final doom. Which in reality is what they deserve, and what they’ll receive.
‘Slay my throat and I shall cry
I won’t say but the I shall be heard
And a voice of courage shall rise.’
Such powerful expressions, Arindam. Amazing. I needed this because.. there had to be a future for that kid, that sailor, that warrior.
You write beautifully Maria! The original poem was too good to be so cruel… So I tried to modify it a bit…
Ya… they all had to have a future…
Although, I am sort of disappointed though… As the addition did not rhyme (Yes I am extremely fond of poems that rhyme – and my friends call my poems ‘childish’ for the same reason :P)
Waise… I heard of a second half of the poem… where is that?
Don’t worry about that, sometimes things are better without rhymes. 😉
The other half wasn’t a continued part, but it was related. Personal paragraphs and three other stanzas, but my best-friend suggested not to spread further darkness in this already miserable world. I had to agree. 🙂
I’m combining these two and posting them if that’s okay?
Yup… Its fine… You dont have to ask each time…
Haha acha theek.
🙂 Arrey… Title to de dijiye post ka… 😛
Couldn’t think of any appropriate. You decide. 🙂
Itne kathin kaam mat diya kijiye… dimag bahut chhota hai… 😛
Phir untitled hi sahi. Kyunke mera zada chota hy. 😛
Hadd hai… “Killing the Immortal”…
Itni mehnat dobaaraa nahin karoonga… 😉
Lol thank you.
Deal broken… Treat?
Aee hae. You’ll have an extra award in my next award-post. 😛 😉
Woh award post mere jeete jee post hoga ya nahin? 😉
Hojaega. 😀
This is intense. Painstakingly amazing. I love such pieces that have the beauty of literature yet the ache.
Gorgeously done, Maria. 🙂
Thank you! 🙂 Glad you liked reading it.
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Intense and powerfully written, very provocative piece. Great post! 🙂 x
Thank you, beckarooney! 🙂 So glad to have your feedback! Have a good day ahead. x
You’re very welcome! Same to you too 😀 x
Have absolutely no idea, how I missed this…
The themes are resonant. The structure and rhythm is pensive.
Tragic but it’s real and absolutely awe-inspiring!
Thank you. 🙂
This, I loved and also the response poem by Arindam. Great going there!
Thank you so much! Don’t know how I missed this comment. Thank you for reading. 🙂
I saw these words Bizarre. Beep. Sleep. a couple of times while I was on your blog but I never read it.
But today I did,and honestly this wasn’t what I expected.
Nicely written.I would have loved it more if you couldn’t bring,but drag it something a bit positive. 😛
I liked Aridhams comment ( I don’t usually read comments but I’m glad I did read this one )..
Throw me away and I shall sleep
I won’t smile but doomsday would
And haunt till the end of your life.
Nonetheless,there was beauty in original post! (Y)