Truth
always prevails
They
threatened him with dire consequences,
Ruffians roughed up his
loved ones,
Unruly mobs demolished his hard earned office,
Terror squads squashed his passionate followers,
Hoodlums
closed down his fledgling newspaper.
Acrid allegations were
leveled against him,
Liars conspired to hasten his
downfall,
Witnesses were purchased; the jury was bribed,
Accounts were freezed; political games were played.
Yet, he
braved on, continuing his unequal struggle,
Suffering
unimaginable horrors, he exposed the corrupt system.
Public
outcry reached a crescendo,
Revolutions ignited in every nook
and corner,
Effigies were burnt; politicians scampered for
cover,
Victims valiantly came forward; the system soon
crumbled.
A new order emerged; he became a hero,
Intellectuals
chartered a vibrant democratic constitution,
Laws were
enacted; his dreams became a reality.
Swords and scimitars can
never subjugate the mighty pen.
Note:
This is an acrostic poem. The first letter of each line forms a
word.
Tragedy
O what a beautiful
woman,
her heavenly fragrance enthralled the air.
Ripe
salacious curves seduced the men,
one by one,they succumbed to
her charms.
At last satisfied,she emitted a loud burp,
wiping
her face,the witch walked away.
Sunset shadows fought the
approaching dusk,
a lone cuckoo eyed the huddled lovers.
The
girl laughed,a thousand flowers bloomed at once,
gentle winds
blew,caressing her lustrous tresses.
A twig cracked,a man
sweared under his breath,
a knife glittered,he was a serial
killer.
The super model strutted her exquisite stuff,
her
dishevelled hair,fashioned into a hornet's nest.
Tiny spaghetti
straps,supported a grotesque creation,
the women
gasped,envying her red pouting lips.
The voyeurs
murmured,ecstatic thoughts engulfed their senses,
her dress
slipped,revealing her bronzed nude body.
Note
:This is Sejo,an ancient form of poetry invented in Korea. A Sejo
poem has a defined structure,a musical element and a twist in the
end.
Travels
in hell
Thick sloughy forests taunted the
eerie moonlight,
Rancid rivers flooded into slimy reeking pits,
Acrid fumes streamed out from mucilaginous black
holes,
Violent vibrations shook the fragile godforsaken
plateau,
Evil voices bellowed from bald mountains,
Large
grotesque images scrawled on treacherous paths,
Shimmering
stone circles blinded me with dazzling lights.
I continued
my epic journey, braving all odds,
Nature envied my audacity as
I conquered the distant summit.
Horrendous sounds, suddenly
jarred me to the bone,
Evil talons squashed my tired leaden
legs,
Lying on the death door, I heard a voice,
"Lucy,
get some antiseptic, this bloody ant bit me"
Note:
This is an acrostic poem. The first letter of each line forms a
word.
The
Mask
I remember your black mottled
face,
a face devoid of human intelligence;
your sleepy eyes
peeping out like flickering candles,
thick,bulbous lips
protruding like blistered coal,
gaudy mismatched clothes
hanging around your bloated body,
unkempt smelly hair sticking
out like porcupine quills,
a disgusting barbarism oozing out
from your prominent veins.
I also remember that terrifying
fateful night;
gigantic tongues of fire gobbling up a ruined
building,
a frightened child crying,trapped and suffocated by
viscous smoke;
you jumped bravely into the circle of Satan's
hell,
and rescued the light of my life,my only child.
Tears
of repentance flooded my ashamed eyes,
shattering away the
mask of delusive superiority;
It was then I saw the real you,
a
diamond shining through the murky darkness;
what a wonderful
person you are !