ALLEGORY Poem: Ashoka, by Anika Mukherjee

Deeply stricken by death,
I renounce Violence; May those who live blossom underneath
Warm sunsets that Bhumi embraces.
Sunshine kisses those brows that once creased with fear;
Goats that trembled bleat joyfully, yet never fully realize.
Lotus flowers decorate pillars resembling strength
They represent a feeling meant to propel tranquility.
No longer do I siphon subversive looks, stares,
Pitiful people who dust my feet, averse to military control.
Ashoka my mother calls me, So to them a mother summons.
I have taken the world into my orbit, I am careful that I don’t fall.
“All that we are is the result of what we have thought,”

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