Game Of Thrones Poem by Dr. Sandeep Kumar Mondal

Game Of Thrones



It seems as if in the war for peace,
I hold a sword redhanded.
With the bliss of glory for the tag of legend,
my illusions of fate pretended.

Forgiveness, kindness, heart collage,
I see them on the tip of blade,
with the noise of dying, silence of death,
slowly and slowly they fade.

Tribute of blood harvested land,
no one compete and face,
the end of war with lethal scar,
ending massacre race.

I fill my words with death, with swords,
lying so low red handed.
With the mist of glory for the tag of legend
my illusions of fate pretended.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
well i got this idea from an incident that impacted me a lot..... it is the biggest student movement and the non cooperation between the collage administration and their trivial rules and the mere students. i experienced wreath, brutality, rotten human rights and norms and it seemed as if it was a catastrophic social decline.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kelly Kurt 06 August 2015

A wonderfully penned editorial, Sandeep

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Sandeep Kumar Mondal 06 August 2015

thank u for your feedback sir..... please write if you find some mistakes.

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