Satyam Tiwari

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Lekhny composition -26-Jun-2022

Winter has arrived and fog has swallowed the sun 
Owl has arrived in the kingdom of dove , welcomed by nightangle song. 
Owl has some teachers, that are assigned to teach the king son 
They teach history , that tells owls bravery, war victory , whispers some words 
Words that sell, dove kingdom is weak and has no past glory , history gose wrong 

Owl has a religious guru, that remove evil in the society and purifies the wrong ritual
But at night in the name of God they change you from kurta dhoti to gown 
Words that echoed old saying is now shelved down by new words that 
That are painted black with evil lurking in shadows and consent not so mutual 

They give gold and ask you to grow crop and behind back they sell your old one 
New crop blooms you get gold , one smile wide but rain water washes away at night 
One dove revolt , you beat him with bow and impose no flying act in the game of defence 
Now no more flying and , nightangle shoved behind cage because 
Her song might raise conspiracy against Endangered owl , owl thought and 
Owl future going bright 

In the world , you formed alliance and presented yourself as the preacher of peace 
To prove your bold statement , you forced a dove and then sold it 
To the world in the name of peace, though you earned the gold and ate a pie without a hiccup 

Dove worked on the stage , and they flew on bombing days , some got hit , burnt 
Because you had the hatchlings pointed out on a gun 
You made the little dove turned to crow and fight for you in war with vultures 
While you got the glory and fame , medal for bravery 
The soldier doves and crows from neighborhood got turned to ash & dust 
Oh you promised and made the country better 
Better for your babies and the dowry for your kite son in law 
And in truce again you sold some dove , and presented some dove as a trophy of peace 

Drought took a peak , oh the misery 
Food crop you replaced with rubber and rest by opium 
And you have some gold , go feed your kid at home 
War is coming so crop is for them as they will gaurd our home 
After long years , death has cried out loud 
God of death eyes filled with blood 

Oh the misery , hunger has hit hard, bones coming out 
Acid burning in and out , bellis eat its own blood and flesh 
Little dove cry but silence hear babies voice and little vulture fly high in the sky 
Oh the misry

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Khan

02-Jul-2022 07:00 PM

Nyc

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Chudhary

01-Jul-2022 06:39 PM

Nice

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Satyam Tiwari

01-Jul-2022 11:31 PM

Thank you chudary g

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Aniya Rahman

01-Jul-2022 06:03 PM

Nice

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Satyam Tiwari

01-Jul-2022 11:31 PM

Thank you Azra g

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