Nobody in the world bends to your threats,
Trumpo—spinning top, whirling in vain,
a dizzy dance of bluster and bluff,
driven by hands unseen, yet claiming control.
But I do fear, in all your reckless flight,
you might stumble,
lose your step,
plummet from the very plane
you swore to command.
MyKoul
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Author:
Mohammad younus koul (
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Comments2
There is a sense of magnanimity in this poem fearing for one that one disagrees with and is set against you. But in condescending there is pity and pity is a stronger weapon than sword and more powerful than hate. Nicely done
Driven by hands unseen indeed. Great write.
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