Thursday 15 October 2020

Her Hovering Soul

O, Unseen souls,

Are you hearing?

Tuneless tune.

The sneezing, sobbing,

Suffering, tattered,

Body and soul.

There is no casements,

To catch the glimpse.

There is no doors,

To take out steps.

No equity, no esteem,

Always chewing,

And chewing neem.

We are inhaling and exhaling,

Always on stake.

Life is more, worse then hell.

Till how much errant,

Till how much arrogant.

Living dry in dry land,

Demean dull sour soul,

Knocking the delusive door.

The dry grass,

Was also cry.

Inhumane, incisor,

Bite not body,

But the whole,

And even our soul.

At last there was,

No sound of,

Human hounds.

All the flesh,

Erode away,

We float,

Just like ice flow,

We burn like,

Chimney coal.

No one save us,

Even alive or dead.

At that sight,

Voice become dim,

No light and no beam,

For ours,

Morning bright of my kin.

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