Between some fields of corn,
a lady dressed in scorn
goes spitting lies like fire
just swirling skirt with ire
against those winds that come
from east to bring her home
where she had lived in peace
with mind and soul at ease
till storms of poverty
had come in mockery
to flood her heart with pride:
to do like rivers do with tides
that rise with full desire
when all they have aspired
is grow and drench the grounds
to claim they own the towns
where people sleep at nights
by drowning them with frights
till all the world could see
how able they can be
when power streams their soul
to boost their current's flow
with tides that rise and fall
to birth a giant squall
that will perturb a soul
and those around that soul
till everything that's left
is hurt and pain at best,
and so have done the storms,
disturb her from her norms
that now all she aspires
is fulfill her desires
to burn the fields with lies
till all the hope around her dies,
because her heart is drowned with pride,
And the kindness in her has died,
since all she breathes in are
the airs that come from far;
Those airs of ascendancy
of attaining superiority,
that she relies on telling lies
as big as the blue skies
to cause a ruckus on the fields
and use her lies as shields
to badly burn the corns
till they pop like popcorns
so she can eat them warm
while causing the corns harm
while feeding her own pride
to grow like rivers often do with tides.
But that is why the winds have come
to bring her back to home
where she can find her peace
and put her mind and soul at ease
but she rejects the winds
and tries by every means to win
except that she did not foresee
that soon she would have to give in.
---
And there, atop the mountain
comes rising with a glow
a vibrant morning sun
dispersing in a row
a million rays of hope
to all the burning crops
that yearn for rain to come
---
And soon, there goes, the clouds
just madly dark, above the skies,
while forming just another storm
that comes to greet her with great force
and yells at her with a harsh voice
while throwing lighting at her heart
to try to pulverize her pride
but nothing seems to work
until the clouds start to cry
until the clouds apologize
for having flood her heart with pride
for having sent her storms of poverty
that only came in mockery
to ridicule her and her ways of life ..
Experiment : attempting to write with rhymes. Eventually I gave up .lol
