Voyage

Near a calm lake,
long night waiting for day,
clock on its slow pace,
like hourglass and its sand—
Sorrow carved on ivory blade,
wounds on back,
and revenge on its way.
The guns blaze,
metal dripping out of furnace;
Every burst carrying a flare,
and every stone hitting hard on frame:
Whipped land, drenched in pain,
Tiger in chains,
and fate making wheel to rotate.
Grown on woes, creeping in fog,
Venom they put in my veins—
On an isolated voyage,
what I became:
Armageddon I carry in my mind and hand,
Wake me up, when it's over.

by Hanan Muzafar

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Wow! This is super-poetry. I hope AArmageddon wakes me up too
Near a calm lake! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
I am really moved by reading this poem which is an emotive outflow of mixed feeling from the deepest of the heart. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. Chandan
Congrats for this wonderful poem being honored with POTD,10
Tiger in chains, and fate making wheel to rotate. Grown on woes, creeping in fog, Venom they put in my veins— On an isolated voyage, what I became: Armageddon I carry in my mind and hand, Wake me up, when it's over...nice
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