Unveiling: The Rime Of Ancient Mariner Poem by Aftab Alam

A bard, suffered hard
Stopp’st the participants

France after blood shade
Decorated
Freedom door opened

French revolution a ship
Carried three
Fraternity, brotherhood and liberty

Listen, the bard said
All three were known to me
Still I hear the voice

Those three were cheered by all
I too jumped and hugged them

They were like an angel
Loved by all
A holy spirit

It was a sunrise at the evening
All sung and danced
All cheered
The ship steered
Into the right course


Storm- blast came
Course changed
War started

There was spiritual hurt
Those three roared and flew high
Like a holy spirited bird
All adored
Called we “Albatross”
As if it had been a Christian soul
We hail'd it in God's name.

We all fed our own thought and blood

All in vain
Wind changed
Thought drifted
War and its cruelty
Seen every where
Virtue and vice together
Painted a conspiracy
The dead legacy
Killed our thought
Killed our soul
Now, no more a Christian soul

A dream of hell is concocted
We have been pushed to ditch
There unseen witch
Superimposed
Poisoned many thought
Still hoped to have a new sun
We prayed
We worshipped
France to flourish

Finally Albatross was killed
The ship sank
We could saved our life
Fled
Fled from vice
Saved from witch
Away from ditch

You all are going to celebrate
Into the ditch from where I came
Keeping my virtue with me

All seen the bard’s bright eyes
With disgust forlorn
Cried alone