A Soliloquy

Updated on December 19, 2017
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Shafqat Mushtaq is author of poetry book 'Spring Thoughts: in summer light.' He has 3 year experience as Freelance Writer, and Essayist.

And when I heard the honey-voice
Of people who speak of harsh,
Times and timer`s scary noise, yes
In thy cradle when you cried and cried,
High in tone, reaching neighbors home,
Amid whispers of bride and groom.
Then got over the babyhood and I never heard,
The mellifluous voice and fairy tale.
All now I hear that jagged tides,
Filaments of candles razed to ground,
In mystery-jungle made them sleep forever.
Well, won`t you excuse me, dear friend?
Why else a candle illuminates the world ...
To die in the gutter?
No, it can never be the case,
I can see my heart laughing over your tears,
As if commanding eyes to shed blood.
Haven`t they seen the white-bearded candle,
Keeping burning the light of reason.
Was not he thrown into the lifeless pit,
Where there isn't any life, no death either!
Half-hid slogans barely strike the heart,
Deaf and dumb spectators never exact the wrong,
Yet they rule the throne and candle illumine the pit,
As if, it was a thief!
Sorry, my clock`s sorrowful songs,
I hear noises million, but, a thinker I never hear.
A crook says to another crook,
Lords of destinies are crooks cheap,
And looted were others who don the innocence-premium!
I want here you answer me_
Do crooks inhere the charismatic throne,
Or, sleep of innocence has something to do?
I don`t find it irony of fate anymore,
The ruin was imminent at my hand.
And crooks win by throat, vote and goat!
As moon shines, but not her own shine,
Only the sun has shine of eternal essence.
Won`t you learn, learn and learn again,
If you truly master the game, you own the destiny!
Don`t you forget what history is,
Reminiscent of,
Crooks have fall looming over them,
If you keep lighting the candle when thousand winds blow.
O` the songsters of songs of sorrows_
It`s time you sing some songs of soul and spirit,
Of glowing sun, which never gets smitten by,
The darkness surrounding the universe,
It shines and gives shines to others.
Give heed you soul-wretched ear,
To what this blowing wind says,
Expire, or get expired!
I wonder who could bring the sun to death?

© 2017 Shafqat Mushtaq

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      Clive Williams 2 weeks ago from Jamaica

      Good and Pensive piece

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      Shafqat Mushtaq 2 weeks ago from Handwara, Jammu and Kashmir, India

      Thanks for your feedback, Sir.

      The situations that have engulfed us aren't pleasant at all, and there isn't much anyone can do anymore except that of keeping up courage and doing good.

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      Gilbert Arevalo 2 weeks ago from Hacienda Heights, California

      Beautiful poem that inspires courage in the face of corruption, Shafquat.

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      Frank Atanacio 4 weeks ago from Shelton

      a very strong poem my friend