Gathering at the horizon, much awaited and delayed;
The storm of revolution, swept through this land frayed.
Rattling the windows and shaking the foundations;
Of giant buildings made, with blooded sweat as adhesions.
Long silenced and oppressed, their voices clamoured unbound;
Like gales howling for justice, to bring down the crowned.
The torrid tempest uprooted, some of the weeds;
That had once symbolised, unforgivable misdeeds.
Spreading beyond nations, it gathered much force;
Breaking rusted shackles, changed the world’s course.
Written for Penable’s Thursday Poetry Competition. The topic was Storms.
Great writing Priya.. I loved all the metaphors !!
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Thank you so much, Nima dear 💚
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You’re welcome Priya 🙂
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Amazing 🤩
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Thank you 🤗
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Wonderful!!🤩🤩🤩
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Thank you so much 😀 What do I call you?
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You can call me The knight of the pen! Or maybe, give a nickname as you like😉😁🤗
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Glad to meet you, Knight ☺️
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Happy to meet you too!!😃🤗💞
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Amazing 💛
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Thank you so much ❤
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Anytime 💙
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Whoa. I could sense the storm brewing. Well done, CQC. 😃
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Thanks a lot 😊
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You are truly talented, I enjoyed reading every word, from start to finish! Keep up the amazing work 💖💖
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Thank you so much, Hannah 😍 I’m so glad you like my posts 💚
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You are most welcome and they are wonderful! 💖💖
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The rhyming sequence, the descriptions, the scene, all are brilliant. 🙂
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Thanks. 🙂 So glad you liked it 😊
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You are welcome. 🙂
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