In a kingdom where I was born,
A life as a subject, my fate adorned.
The king, sometimes despot, sometimes not,
Axes flashed, in shadows sought.
But amidst the darkness, old ballads sang,
Sitting by the well, where kinsfolk rang.
Silver shattered, yet hearts were strong,
Amidst the trials, we still belonged.
A queen, whetted by the moon's soft gleam,
We, her subjects, in her sight did dream.
Each one's desire, the other's pursuit,
Parrots bloomed, in gardens mute.
Learning to hunt in this new empire's reign,
The king tested knives, causing pain.
Oranges, pomegranates, soft birches too,
Witnessing the teeth of traitors, we knew.
Strangers massed at the borders' edge,
We practiced subjection, a solemn pledge.
Twine, rope, and vials of white,
We wrought hunger, in the night.
Dealers came with jewels, after the dusk,
In the court at night, debates did husk.
Language's skin peeled, revealing inside,
A woman in a field, a fruit to abide.
Moving pictures brought delight anew,
Cranking the machine, light's debut.
Courtiers balancing pineapples with glee,
As shadows danced, we sought to see.
Our hidden queen, vanished from sight,
Slid into shadows, embracing the night.
Like a spider in retreat, weaving her web,
A mind's intricate maze, her celestial ebb.
Sundays, we flew kites in skies so vast,
Threads spooling high, our joy cast.
Images coated in precious metal, sent away,
Indifferent to wealth, amidst the play.
I miss the citrus scent of spring's embrace,
On plazas filled with kite flyers' grace.
I obeyed my king, my kind, not faithless,
Wishing now for renewal, in tenderness.
As the spindle creaks with tales untold,
They came to my house, truth unfolds.
Coated fingers with powder, thirsty and cruel,
Born with a spirit like you, longing to renew.
So let me awaken, let me be made new,
In the kingdom of life, where dreams come true.
About the Creator
khudai Noor
pen as his compass and creative mind as her material, has secured himself as a complex narrator in the scholarly domain. His stories, various in type yet reliably convincing, mirror a profound comprehension of the human experience.
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