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The End


by published


Why are we all falling under the depths of Onism?
Prey to the grace of the Almighty.
Hiding behind huge bars of steel
Distant from serendipity.

For who would have known so powerless we are before His velleity,
Yearning for insouciance-lost till eternity.
Words seem so feeble now and life so bleak
Demons rise with death, such a thief!

A long drawn war of race against race
To reach a man-made supreme.
The poor worries about plague and famine;
While His garden turned into a bloodstained reef.

The torture, the pain all comes to a pause
When the child calls out for God's laws.
Diffusing through the clouds, an ethereal light
With gifted wings on a countless flight!