Commotion

The eyes fixed their steely gaze
On the only naked face
In a room that was filled with gloom
With faces that were dressed to spread doom
The eyes pinned their look
On the face, till it hid in a nook
Then , the vile mind twirled and tossed the dice
Wasn’t it all a game of half truths and white lies?
A game of mere name and fame
The baffled face sought for the same
The same, warm smile the eyes once held
Before the triumph of having felled
the bare face.
The only stripped face was now mortified
But it smiled back, feeling fortified
Of having been ripped of emotion
Now, all that prevailed was commotion.

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4 thoughts on “Commotion

  1. Wonderful!,

    I especially like the last line – Once you strip the emotion all that is left is commotion – in all spheres of life.. That is why Nature does not have emotion, and appears as if there is no order…

    Something to ponder and delve deep. Thank you for penning such thought provoking stuff.

    BTW: Where did the motivation come from?

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  2. Highly lyrical and well rhymed poem, thoughts and images are worth pondering. The Muse in you has awoken!Keep penning!

    Like

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