Voyage Poem by Hanan Muzafar

Voyage

Rating: 4.7


Near a calm lake,
long night waiting for day,
clock on its slow pace,
like hourglass and its sand—
Sorrow carved on ivory teeth,
wounds on back,
and revenge on its way.
The guns blaze,
metal dripping out of furnace;
Every burst carrying a flare,
and every empire trembling in its way:
Whipped land, drenched in pain,
The Lion in shackles,
and fate making wheel to rotate.
Grown on woes, creeping in fog,
Venom they put in my veins—
On an isolated voyage,
what I became:
Armageddon I carry in my mind and hand,
Wake me up, when it's over.

Voyage
Monday, October 29, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: abuse,conflict,fate,freedom,hope,kashmir,misery,revolution ,society,suffering
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Bernard F. Asuncion 02 November 2018

Such a great poem of the day, Hanan. Congrats for being chosen.....10++++++++++

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Mahtab Bangalee 02 November 2018

o suffering through revolutionary mind you live all behind where destroyed all kind illegally on hand of blind //// great

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Dr Dillip K Swain 02 November 2018

Many congratulations for this fabulous poem being put on board today! Full marks

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Tom Billsborough 02 November 2018

It expresses the feelings of so many of us. When will the violence end? Very heartfelt poem. Yes and a very good poem too, Hanan.

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Kumarmani Mahakul 02 November 2018

Whipped land, drenched in pain, Tiger in chains, and fate making wheel to rotate...touching expression with nice theme. Beautiful poem. Thanks and congratulations for being selected this poem as the poem of the day.

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Ramotlhaba Chrisjan 02 November 2018

Wow! This is super-poetry. I hope AArmageddon wakes me up too

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Edward Kofi Louis 02 November 2018

Near a calm lake! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Chandan Dey 02 November 2018

I am really moved by reading this poem which is an emotive outflow of mixed feeling from the deepest of the heart. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. Chandan

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M Asim Nehal 02 November 2018

Congrats for this wonderful poem being honored with POTD,10

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Nadia Umber Lodhi 02 November 2018

Tiger in chains, and fate making wheel to rotate. Grown on woes, creeping in fog, Venom they put in my veins— On an isolated voyage, what I became: Armageddon I carry in my mind and hand, Wake me up, when it's over...nice

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Model Town Sopore (Kashmir)
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