A sobbing Urban Shulamite
I've scribbled the below poem just now and it is not refined
or enriched by the usage of any literary devices or meters as I do not want to
lose the originality of thought. Suffice to say that I've been inspired by
certain real life experiences of my friends however the logic and conclusion of
the poem are totally fictional.
There
stands a caged Shulamite
In the path of an ever-confusing Journey of life.
Dumbstruck, knowing not
whether the loyalties have to be shifted or not!
Lo and behold, here comes her jail-keeper
who does not allow her to take the breath of fresh air.
Freedom curtailed, hands tied up
her tears drop on earth and the grass withers!
She is chaste and pure even in his diabolic cage!
Yes, the jailer is short and stout
A ‘molester-mustache’ decorates his cunning visage,
he is the synonym of indulgence!
Yet she loved him dreaming that she would change him
but her dreams are turning out to be the baker's dream.
Alas, there is no Joseph to decipher her dreams!
The nobleman standing on a distant hill
who heard the cries and sighs of the Shulamite
She too got mesmerized by his persona.
Would he extend the shepherd's staff?
He might or might not as he is at the mercy of
the unfolding events!
I'm curious about her eternal fate
Will she sing the Song of Solomon with the nobleman?
Or will she end up in the abyss of the crooked jailer?
Even I've got to wait and watch.
Oh dear Shulamite, revive your mind.
Freedom is not far away, don't be an urban paradox.
Ultimately, it's you who either make it break it!
Wishing you good luck......
In the path of an ever-confusing Journey of life.
Dumbstruck, knowing not
whether the loyalties have to be shifted or not!
Lo and behold, here comes her jail-keeper
who does not allow her to take the breath of fresh air.
Freedom curtailed, hands tied up
her tears drop on earth and the grass withers!
She is chaste and pure even in his diabolic cage!
Yes, the jailer is short and stout
A ‘molester-mustache’ decorates his cunning visage,
he is the synonym of indulgence!
Yet she loved him dreaming that she would change him
but her dreams are turning out to be the baker's dream.
Alas, there is no Joseph to decipher her dreams!
The nobleman standing on a distant hill
who heard the cries and sighs of the Shulamite
She too got mesmerized by his persona.
Would he extend the shepherd's staff?
He might or might not as he is at the mercy of
the unfolding events!
I'm curious about her eternal fate
Will she sing the Song of Solomon with the nobleman?
Or will she end up in the abyss of the crooked jailer?
Even I've got to wait and watch.
Oh dear Shulamite, revive your mind.
Freedom is not far away, don't be an urban paradox.
Ultimately, it's you who either make it break it!
Wishing you good luck......
Part 2 – The REDEMPTION
of the SHULAMITE
As
you know well, her redemption was inevitable
Her
friend paved the way and she eventually took that way
Her
well-wishers always thank her friend.
She
ran and embraced her new-found love
There
were a few skirmishes in the sky
She
had to cry profusely as her bond with the ‘cow-face’ was intense
Yet
she dared to snap out that incorrigible bond
His
last-ditch attempt to win her back went futile
Where
is her new-found love during this time? Where is he?
He
is so sensitive with her as he adores her loves her from the heart
It
was a time of pain for him too as he couldn’t withstand seeing her crying
He
vowed that he would never make her cry
The
Shulamite and her new-found love are so happy now
The
heaven and earth are jealous about them
Her
parents, siblings and friends are jealous about them
Guess
what? They complement each other well.
Let
them live happily forever and ever.
The
poet decided to put a lid on their story
Praying
that he should not re-open that lid
May
God bless them!
