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The Fallen, Awaken (Poem-11)


One man's loss is another's gain...


Up and above where we couldn't see
Lay a whole world of opportunity;
When down on the land, we feared the end of time
In pride and glory lived the ones of the skies.

These fair spirits lived simple lives
Lives so fair, they didn't ever die
They ignored us, and ignorance is bliss
And that's how they missed our petty conflicts.

Yet one day, all of this changed
A young and pure spirit glanced down at our pains
She proposed to others to intervene
And help us fix the flaws she'd seen.

The clouds were divided by the saw of opinion
Some chose the spirit, others chose their pride
The others saw us for what our acts were
And chose to let us little sinners die.

The sky erupted in a storm of chaos
And darkened with the essence of negative thought
Due to disagreements, the spirits became us
And so, a violent path, in vain, was sought.

Along with peace, hope was shed that day
Who won the fight? Not one can say;
But as their blood poured down from the skies
The once hopeless humans, now celebrated the rains.


-Armaan Kothare






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  1. Palavi Karnik28 September 2022 at 19:36

    Such a unique thought...
    Your diction too, Armaan! So good. Did justice to the idea.
    Keep writing!
    Would love more poems from you :)

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    1. Anonymous28 September 2022 at 21:16

      Thanks! Tried a different concept this time, glad you liked it!
      Keep reading, and thanks again :D

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