PEACE HOVERED WITH HER CROWN

PEACE HOVERED WITH HER CROWN
The headmaster is no more
As warheads are much more
The migrant bird is no more
But bombers are much more
The stars in the darkest fears
Fled the solution-defying sky
For solutions to air pollutions
As smokes rose from the fires
The moon stood in the waves
Mollifying the embattled seas
The sun perched on the rocks
Dehydrating the drunken land
The war on its woeful legacies
Paged the world with miseries
Peace hovered with her crown
Seeking the pure heart of man
THE WHIRLWIND IN THE MALL
The man is geographically tall
With key vibrant poetic footfall
Speaking in the geometric hall
He bounced like a civil football
Answering the vocal ankle call
His hard back on the hard wall
Drinking from the bitterest gall
Sighting the object sited for all
Like the whirlwinds in the mall
For bulk heads coiled so small
THE FROSTIEST FRONT PAGE STORY
The frostiest front page story
Like the devil sighing at night
The bleeding back page story
Like the dew mourning the rain
The choleric centre spread story
Like our vicious economic woes
Offering us as some prized prey
To the self-governing guardians
AWAITING THE SHADOWY DIRGE
That blazing morning sun
Circumcised the baby sky
With the sword of passion
Upon his tearful flowerbed
The rarest wafts of colours
Like a rainbow-born fabrics
Touched the singing beaks
With the keyboards of lyrics
The skies are wet with love
For poets, poems as poetry
Lessons taught as rhythms
Theme sun the dream team
The old tailors bend double
Sewing the tear-soaked rag
For the delightsome flowers
Awaiting the shadowy dirge
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