When Waves Of Tyranny Recede

An aspiring poet, Shafqat M. holds a master's degree in English Literature from the University of Kashmir.

When waves of tyranny recede

And tide comes home,

Scores will be settled

Forever, my friend!

Don't fret, don't lose hope,

Sun is but a night away.

Spirits will be aflame, let this cold night pass,

And bright summer morn will smile,

Upon our cold shoulders.

Smile, dear friend!

Angels of mercy await one last reckoning

For cloak of justice to wrap you in.

And the cruel will have nowhere to go.

Their gold-bedecked robes of tyranny

Have days numbered till they fray

And shred after shred, they will lie exposed,

Till scores are finally settled, my friend!

© 2020 Shafqat M

Comments

Nicholas W King on October 11, 2020:

Brilliant poem, Shafqat. Your word choice is triumphant and powerful. Well done.