Ruthless Crowd- An Ode To Julius Caesar

NOTE: I am a fan of the play ‘Julius Caesar’ and I just find the way the story goes on to be amazingly woven into words by William Shakespeare! In this poem of mine, I’ve tried to portray what might be going on inside Julius at the time of his death, what his mind might be floating into, the moment he fell on the ground, dead.


By Meher Gandhi

I stare into the darkness of my closed eyes,
I can see some eyes staring back.
Oh, the pain,
Stabbed with the same knife again and again.

No, there’s no blood,
Because I am unable to see any.
It’s the emotions that have created the flood,
And the betrayal of the friends many.

There are people in this room,
And today, I bleed in their greed.
There are traitors in this room,
And today, I bleed in their need.

It’s going on in my dead head,
The fake tears of the colluders,
Smiling at the back of the crowd becoming crowdier.
I don’t know if it’s the wailing or the laughter that is louder.

Amidst all of this seeing the unseen,
There’s a voice I am unable to vanquish.
“Beware the Ides of March”, it says.
Beware the Ides of March.

Where has the phrase gone?
Gulped in by the loud crying.
Is it of my dear dear Calpurnia?
I can still feel her words inside me, choking and dying.

Her words that foreshadowed my death,
And the presence of my very last breath.
Her words that were mere syllables to me,
Now, are echoing in this bloody sea.

Can I bring myself back,
To when I came back from Munda, proud;
To when I left Pompey’s sons sacked,
Instead of lying defeated in this ruthless crowd?

Can I bring myself back,
To when I composed the tunes of faith,
With Brutus, my very best mate.
Can I? Instead of lying defeated in this ruthless crowd?

Nay, is the answer I hear.

But, I only wish to see,
What I ignored to hear.
I only wish to hear,
All the phrases that I deciphered falsely.

I only wish to play the game,
Time- the very known has played shroud.
I only wish to be victorious in this play,
Instead of lying defeated in this ruthless crowd.

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With love,



Published by: Meher Gandhi

Hello to all the readers and writers out here! I am Meher Gandhi. I am a dreamer and a wanderer, dreaming of a world made of words and wandering in a land of my own scribblings. I am constantly scribbling my reveries and all the secrets I unearth while living, sometimes it’s on paper, most of the times, it’s mental notes. WordPress is a great platform to showcase the art of writing be it on the spot or else. I am loving this work of writing blogs, reading your blogs, commenting on them, receiving the likes, comments and valuable suggestions. It is all so fun! I am a teenager who loves to read and write. I am a positive person and so are my scribblings. If you want to connect with me then, head over to the contact page in the “my pages” section! Would you like to join me in for a walk in my land of scribblings? With love, Meher.

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20 thoughts on “Ruthless Crowd- An Ode To Julius Caesar”

  1. A superb commentary on the murder of a great man. You’ve shown how he knows so much but that much proves too little to save him from the hidden thoughts of the enemy. That’s life. And death. Great poem.

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