Syaahi ki Awaaz

Long slender fingers piercing thy' womb The rings hidden from plain sight Perhaps symbolising it's marriage, With nature , as bride in a green gown The cusp of life from a dead tomb Hail! The king with the green crown Hail! The king of the jungle town Hail! The king who fought without iron Almost submitting as an act of penance Hail? For now the king is dead The victor feast upon thy body And all that is left is a stump All that is left is the decay And land fertile to bear a new child

Weight of a thousand words on quaint pages With black ink dancing on the white floor The enchanting aroma of the binding Shrouding the stuff of magic and amour A dream of midsummer night and The bloody knife through Ceaser's heart A thing of science and the secret of infinite The heir of the rich carries it all The muser, the miser,  The popper and his hopper Imagined the wonders, the four walls hide The bliss, he thinks won't be amiss If he was there and his dreams took flight Not all are fortunate to attain  the joy of learning.There are  few  who  only dream of it.