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The Coward and the response
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The Coward:
Disconnected, confused,
lingering on was all he mused.
Bereft of his will, robbed of his fire,
he ran away from the flames of his pyre.
A captive of memory, dogged by his past,
chains of the mind held him fast.
Bent and broken, drawn past his prime,
existing still was his only crime.
Regeneration stilled, renewal stopped,
his last harvest long since cropped.
His pilgrimage done, his scions bred,
slackened now is his weary tread.
But lingering still, he looks away,
from all that may begrudge his stay.
The Response:
oh coward, oh coward, thou art is in peril?
merry be the tune of satire until...?
for surely such jest, lest it will destructively infest
a sad demise towards the means to an end
that can only be achieved when allowed to bend
The minds and warped thoughts of the heretic, to test
the clever and sharp, who set ranks till
there are no parasites gnawing life's tender fibril,
buried away after playing such a formidable part
oh coward, what coward, oh coward thou art...?
Disconnected, confused,
lingering on was all he mused.
Bereft of his will, robbed of his fire,
he ran away from the flames of his pyre.
A captive of memory, dogged by his past,
chains of the mind held him fast.
Bent and broken, drawn past his prime,
existing still was his only crime.
Regeneration stilled, renewal stopped,
his last harvest long since cropped.
His pilgrimage done, his scions bred,
slackened now is his weary tread.
But lingering still, he looks away,
from all that may begrudge his stay.
The Response:
oh coward, oh coward, thou art is in peril?
merry be the tune of satire until...?
for surely such jest, lest it will destructively infest
a sad demise towards the means to an end
that can only be achieved when allowed to bend
The minds and warped thoughts of the heretic, to test
the clever and sharp, who set ranks till
there are no parasites gnawing life's tender fibril,
buried away after playing such a formidable part
oh coward, what coward, oh coward thou art...?
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This work was inspired by a poem my friend, Faez Shakil, wrote back in 2009. He's currently studying in a university in the states - before that he was in NUST studying chemical or material engineering from School of Chemical and Material Engineering.
The Coward was written on Monday, October 19, 2009
Amazing poet by the way. This is his early work, but its worth every minute and time.
the response is me rhyming back to what he has delivered
take care everyone
The Coward was written on Monday, October 19, 2009
Amazing poet by the way. This is his early work, but its worth every minute and time.
the response is me rhyming back to what he has delivered
take care everyone
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Overall Vision Originality Technique ImpactA very nice flow, the poem forces itself to be read at a fast pace,
yet leaves us with enough time to let it all sink in.
The fact that you talk about such a rather.. challenging(hard) topic losing the will, robbed of his fire.
A broken man. You’ve done a great job without overdoing it.
Some people might have gone all "bleeding heart woe is me" with it, but you’ve kept it clean organized and very well structured. You portrayed the shattering of the man, as we read we know more about him. His downfall laid bare before us.
The response being clear, yet hopeful in some way or another kind of lets us belief there is hope yet for the coward.
All by all a nicely tackled subject, incredible use of rhyming and a very enjoyable read.