Mother and the Fallen World
When doubt’s spectres throng the waking mind, Phantoms mock the vows that hope once made, The State, by its own dark devices blind, Lies mute—its mercy with its glory fade. Ah, pity! you can't not assuage the breath Of anguish, while fierce dragons scour the plain, And ravens croak over realms beguiled by death— Cold are the hearts that feel neither joy nor pain. Turn, O my soul, where purest fountains be, To her whose breast defies the storms of strife— A spirit mild, whose love outsoars decree, Shields the seed of ever-blossoming life. They grasp and grind; yet she, with hands more fair, Gives all—and asks but love for love’s repair. -----Affaq N Affaq #PoetAffaq #ArtistAffaq #AffaqPoetry #SonnetsOfAffaq #ForeverSonnets #TheBardsBench #SonnetsOfAffaq #PearlyDewsOfMorning #PoetryLovers #PoetsOfInstagram #Sonnets #PoeticWords #WordsMatter #PoetryCommunity #AuthorAffaq #AffaqWriter #PoetWriter