PHOENIX: August 2017

Friday 25 August 2017

I was a trained parrot and I sang,

'He made me a trumpet

Only to get his worship blown,

To get others blamed.'

My melody was thrown so high

That could reach to the farthest frontier,

Thus I created his aura.

His name adorned mounts and valleys;

All got filled with respect to him

And the trumpet echoed on the hearts.

Once I changed my dull tune;

Thence he was turned down by the storm.

Its flame also turned my compass.

'I was a trained parrot,'

In middle of the storm I stood and sang,

'He made me a mere trumpet'

And the trumpet blew him to burst!!!

MUHAMMED RAFEEK E

08/2018

Every drop parts and rains

Along with the broken promise of the sun.

The thunder threatens the world of sleep

Where children dream with their mother's fancy.

The lamp's dead cotton sits lost in thoughts

Only to peep again with blazing eyes.

You, my love, also forgot me .

Who rules the kingdom of destruction ?

When the light withdrew from the lamp's lips,

I sat and counted promises of the day.

Who keeps his words precious for ever..?

Where is the promise not brutally killed...?

MUHAMMED RAFEEK E

About:

Originally published by BETTER THAN STARBUCKS Florida, U.S (in the international poetry page Sept/2018).
https://betterthanstarbucks.org/

https://www.betterthanstarbucks.org/international-poetry-india
https://anthonywatkins.wixsite.com/btssept2018/international-poetry-india

Republished by the online poetry journal The HyperTexts edited by Michael R. Burch (in Spotlight- Sept/2018)