Melody O’ Whit

I was not much into poetry when I first penned down this poem. In fact, this is my second poem among the nine I had written so far. This is about a woman, under a dilemma. I’m not a feminist, to be honest. We all fight for our own rights sometimes, let it be any gender among the two. But this woman, in the poem, has two choices under the circumstances. She can panic and run like a normal person would do, or she can just sit, enjoy some mild music and her cuppa. It’s a war going on for god’s sake.

Melody O’ Whit by Rees Gargi

Fancy a black tea in the hammock

Wore in velvet gown and fedora

With a mild sound of verginal

Tore she red sock lit the menorah

She is a woman of Christian

And her father was a jew

Murdered many men for religion

But she enjoyed her tea like few

She knows she would die alone

Just the like she was born

All the troubles and one of wit

She drinks tea, melody o’ whit

Her smile is innocent as a child

But she is none like religious gits

She knows better to enjoy the state

So she drinks tea, melody o’ whit

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Her brother turned to Islam

But he chanted the name of Ram

Stabbed and hanged in the east

Name of Quran uncomely crimped

Politics rised with a mask of skit

She drink tea, melody O’ whit

Families are cramped in a box

Families of others owns heaviest rocks

No one lives religious but divide

Lives in false happiness with fake pride

But the world is heavily biased

Name of God dragged to a sham

She is powerless lest many throats slit

And she drinks tea, melody O’ whit

by Rees Gargi

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