Kam Baaton Ka Safar..

Poem By abhilasha bhatt

I was damned happy to look at
So beautiful reflection inside mirror was set
Was it really me looking so beautiful?
Enough to attract an attention fully

I was proud to feel so
Many happy moments had to come and go
I was never nervous at this disclosure
I was feeling confident and sure

I thought of past events
They needed special mention and some comments
How some mighty empires were involved in bloody wars?
How beautiful ladies attracted powerful kings as stars?

It was common fact at that time
Many kings preferred to die for honor sometimes
They will not yield to pressure and blackmail
They sacrificed their life for evil design to fail

I felt little astonished at such horrible thoughts
But it was fact that so many wars were fought
Lots of blood was shed only for beautiful queen
It quite seemed to me as an amusing and awkward scene

I rather thought of another gloomy side
How come that beauty was to be taken for ride?
It might vanish at any time and present dark picture
What was then needed to risk lives for no future?

I thought and rethought over this magnificent factor
It was God gift and really gave a sense of an victor
Person may be treated with different angle and honor
As it was imagined to be a precious diamond like Kohinoor

I laughed out at being beautiful in different way
Some powerful prince may come and take me away
I shall in no way try to present arrogant style
As it is aimed at not to be arrogant even for a while

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