Throne Of Arrows

Ours hectic march
on the highway
of burning pan.

Impregnated our bodies
with arrows of
innumerable frustration.

Venomous warmth of blood
in our veins closed
blazing in our costumes of nobility.

Our nerves spiking with intense
intolerance and dreams shattered.

Once we aimed at the sun rising
with a promising morn
with immense possibilities.

.....but
ended in a blood bath
and faded colors of hope and
a dark new moon of destruction.


Now We were condemned to decide
for a throne of arrows fixed
with our eyes dazzling,
our heart beating still
though not for a sun
but for a horizon
full of love and hope.

by Binaya Kumar Mohanty

Comments (14)

Loneliness! ! A dark new moon of destruction. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Beautiful line...i must quote Now We were condemned to decide for a throne of arrows fixed with our eyes dazzling, our heart beating still though not for a sun but for a horizon full of love and hope....thanks
A nice philosophical poem of unique style. Well represented.
This is the most beautiful poem sir..... I like this poem....It was so nicely written.....
A lovely poem to read.Thanks for sharing.
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