Doomsday

Doomsday

A Poem by Mehak Mushtaq
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I will let you read and decide yourselves.

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Life takes turns so sharp
Pious songs from poisoned harp.
Prayers are often left unheard
Curtained eyes when he shot the bird.
Rivers flow water so dour
A minute of hatred turns into an hour.
Cushioned legs are caressed 
Where weak have no bed.
Wisdom turned into folly
When faith turned jolly.
Hope walked and met despair
Theism rose to fight the fear.
This God remains one phenomenon unknown
Even after they harvested their sown.
A part of the whole trying to individualize
When even the whole, for reason, cries.
Shattered glass breaks no more
This is when it's the stronger most.
Bloodshot eyes yearning for attention
This is doom, didn't I mention?

© 2013 Mehak Mushtaq


Author's Note

Mehak Mushtaq
I don't know why I called it Doomsday, I think it's just perfect title.

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yea...it is a fiting title............................u guessd life all right!

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Mehak Mushtaq

11 Years Ago

Thank you Sir Tyc. :)
Zizzy Douglas

11 Years Ago

welcum honey....
I think your onto something here.
Loved the concept and a good bit of the word play.
A base hit for sure. Not a home run though. Could be tweaked up to a double or triple with some finesse.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

sounds rather final and fatal to me so, yes, i like the working title. well done!

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Dark and lonely but nicely penned. Good job.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Mehak Mushtaq

11 Years Ago

Thank you. :)

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Added on January 9, 2013
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Tags: Doomsday, Doom, Harp

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Mehak Mushtaq
Mehak Mushtaq

Srinagar, Jammu and Kashmir, India



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Assalam-u-alaikum. Mehak, from Kashmir, India. I got introduced to Writer's cafe just two years, ago, I'm 18, now. Like colors, life is an illusion, too. Look inside of you, the devil you hide, the.. more..

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