To Speak Of Revenge Poem by Aarif Khan

'Tis a tale of yore, oft told to willing ears
Across starlit seas and sands, o'er the years
Fury, begot in a scorned heart, darkens its sight
And accrues to revenge, in the quiet of the night

Yet I once to it, did yield; vernal in time's palm
While wrath smiled, brimming within, in cruel calm
Deceiving to deliver, from sorrow; its delusion
Only bled true, after I fell for its illusion
As a mirage of courage in a desert of fears
Dies a craven, as the hope-laden heart nears

With restrained thirst, and a curbed rage
Turned I to hearken, words of the sage
Spoke he, of glory, in a veiled urge
Listened quietly a heart, seeking to purge

For days, we sung of psalms forgotten with age
Till sunsets many, unaware of death's presage
Shall I now honor his behest, made in his hour last
To preach his counsel; words of a prophetic past

"In pretense, does speak revenge
Fawning over spite, dying at it's avenge
To affirm, what men seem to reveal
Baring more, secrets they all conceal

Forbid gloom, of mortal ages, to dither
Its murmurs grim, like serpents shall slither
In hours amidst gathering clouds
Sing soft of promises, thee swore and vowed

At thy own peril, dare to foster
Vengeance, in past, proved an impostor
Bitter, ere long on itself irks the ire
Consumes the one, that did it sire
Or spurs the dream, cradled with care
Able of either, to each, in equal share"