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Lady Macbeth – A Cry for Emancipation
Macbeth, have you ever seen your wife
She was the most loyal wife you ever had
Her dream was you and your progress
The world she had lived was around you
Macbeth don’t blame her for her influence
Because it was your ambition she gave life for
For you wished the crown of Duncan
Craved it even you were asleep.
Cutting each head counting the king
You fought the bloody war
The mad shedding frenzied you
Thinking the soldier for the king you cut.
She dreamed of the soft lullabies
Which she couldn’t sing
For you loved the sword for her
You bound it around than her soft hands.
Macbeth, she loved you thicker than blood.
She longed for a loving flash of thy eyes
A gentle touch which she missed of you
And all for the sword you shed splendidly.
Macbeth she watched you more
She cared you most
And she understood you
You are more fascinated with your sword.
Oh Macbeth see, she changed gradually
She knew an unsheathed sword appeals you
Feeding it with warmth of thicker blood
You were more happy and amorous.
She became more sharp edged
As a double end knife furious
A blade Blood sucking
A tongue trenchant may slit the heart twice.
Look man how sharp was she in her move
Flipped at ease than your bosom blade
Sliced so keen into the thoughts
In which she gained your concern.
Insane of the lost love regained
She fed you more aspirations
At Right time chosen to be king
She bestowed you more confidence.
With the words of so dark shade
The tongue so diabolic to poison
She whipped you to take advantage
A chance so positive and negative alike.
She suggested you to pluck
The suckling child off her bosom
To crunch the skull on the floor
To seize the badly desired wading fortune.
You were amazed to see her wiping so aplomb
The bloody hands you stretched shivering
And that affection she enjoyed violently
But for the last of her sip off the wine of love.
You know Macbeth, She had a vibrant heart of mother
The warmth of love not spared for her long awaited babiesMacbeth,
she pampered her slumbering angels in deep
The deep realm of heart rippled her to suffocate.
Macbeth, had you ever loved your wife
She lost her mind when cut your friends’ sons
For the mother in her lost her mind
It stroke her to nothing.
See how repentant she was when she lost slumber
How she washed off her hands to cleanse herself
At last she yielded her life for a futile part
You, the blade edge pamperer.
Ambitious, If you had loved her, life might offered you splendour
If bore a child she might have changed you
Ambition made you hard, bloody, and coward
And still you hide among the curtains
Still she is blamed for you
And she is not afraid of it
For she still value you and your esteem
And she bears the sin herself even centuries passed.Macbeth you were the man.
You are the man,
And you will be the man,
If she becomes sharp edged two end blade.
For a lover, heart dominates the brain
Being a mother sentiments outflow sense
As nature has no limit in its abundance and disaster alike
Woman is nature herself in all her frailty.
The indifference,
Thereby the abomination,
Where love coffined into tombs
She loses her life and in turn you miss the fortune.
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