Context: The below wordings are the musings of an inebriated drunkard to other drunkards he is partying with
There sits a lady wicked
At the gates of heaven and hell
She wears high heels, huge ear rings,
Dark lipstick and rimmed glasses as well.
She has dark eyes, crooked jaw
And sports a snotty smile.
She is corrupt, she is cunning,
She is uncouth, prejudiced and vile.
Sitting behind the ominous desk,
She helps people to their place in afterlife,
Some accept happily
And some others grimace.
There are those who cajole her
Either by gifts or by praise;
To let them pass by
Through the forbidden gates.
We can do the same, my brethren
And change our luck,
Because the game of fate
Is won or lost by a nip or tuck.
There is hope my people
For now let’s sin and rejoice
We can win over the receptionist,
With a deception or devoice.
Comments
the best part i thought was the length of the poem...three breaths and gulped down. yayy. *applause* (no i aint bein sarcastic)
also liked the end....based on past track record me thinks u wanted to put across a stronger message...so i wil try n interpret it hopefully not messin things dis tym-
wat u may hav meant iss....umm...people jus don seem to care abt consequences anymore...deres always a way to BUY goodness....even in small things u kno.....if ur late, u buy chocolates so the other party's crossness calms down....being genuinely good and righteousness by itself is just for fools...at least dats wat it boils down to...
i really really hope i havnt gone in an entirely wrong direction.
*nail biting xpression*
d only downside of the post, i think was dat..well it was a poem *hav very poor taste wid it n an even poorer understanding*- *my excuse in case i was wrong*
next time round- public demand se....pretty prose pls! :-)
I have to say you have interpreted and implied super conclusions.
This poem is all about a personal belief system of a drunkard who is half conscious and who is trying to convince his friends to continue drinking with him, for he is afraid he will have to drink alone otherwise.
To some extent your interpretation is tacitly implied in this poem.
Thanks for being the first one to comment/compliment/criticize this piece of work :):)
I saw more of Sadiya's perception than urs and thats the beauty of the blog. U get better perspectives.
This reminds me of something: Ur conscience is like the lane line on the road, it tells you what wrong is but does not stop from doing it.
I think I have heard it myself too but dont remember where :)
I never knew you are in to poems and prose too, excellent Mudassir!
Thnaks for dropping by.
I am a dilettante just learning to write in any and every form.
If you can gimme a critical feedback of this poem as well ass other poems, it will help me a lot.
Please do read my ohter poems also, under the poems tab in the menu on the top of the blog.
You write pretty good poems.
Your feedback will help me improvise.
:)
Ah! What cynical yet beautiful lines. Loved it!
Thanks. I had myself forgotten that I wrote this sometime. :)