The world is burning
Decapitated, truncated
Bloody, muddy, fearful
Shine down Lord
Shimmering rays of peace
Burst out from within
Our goodness, Narsimha
Through pillars of hate
I cradle my children
Shielding, praying
How long? For how long?
They tore me asunder
And fought out their way
For what? This hell?
I will not let go
You owe it, to me
Lull our hearts
Soothe our brows
Help us sleep
Gently, past the sun, the moon, the stars.....
Into deep, peaceful oblivion.
5 comments:
i wish i understood this form of literary work.
my eyes tend to glaze over
despair ...........
hahha- mine were also glazed in despair, Actually if you despaired, you caught the spirit of it.
I am honored that you consider this a 'literary form' -- LOL
Wow! Powerful! Evocative! Loved it!
Fantastic, Shaalu!
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