1st Poem – Returning Destroyed

Mysteries eating within me
Breaking bonds, setting me free
I travel to broaden my ignorant mind
The corrupted teach me to be ‘kind’

Town to town, country to country
I contemplate on their ancient histories
Artefacts kept by the rich for the rich
It has my broad mind in a twitch

My feet set me upon a land of war
People so poor, Oh God my heart tore
Feeling bountiful in knowledge and pocket
Forcing myself to destroy my return ticket

I sleep on this tough and dusty desert
My head crushing with this hurt
I walked slowly up to a child, so pure
Fear in her eyes, thinking more torture

The West poisoned their moral idealism
With the nefarious nature of capitalism
The child, she ran but with a warning
The West’s back on their spree of stealing

Within a flashed moment, I felt so profane
Their precious land destroyed by my cranes
My dignity freezing me in this damaged place
Empty pockets not funding my feeble escape

I live with the people, within this war
Till one day, I couldn’t believe what I saw
The dropping missile of silence, exploding
My body in a box, is the way I’m returning

7 thoughts on “1st Poem – Returning Destroyed

  1. If this was your first one, you hit the century on debut. This one is the most touching and beautiful poem of yours.

  2. wow Rahul..this poem is your best! i m deeply touched with its feeling,i really love it buddy!
    keep it up..you are meant to write!..:)
    i totally agree with Mansoor..! too beautiful!

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