Poem on Life – METAMORPHOSE
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Mammoth is the task
Of satisfying a heart
Troubled and disdained
Who is by the storms!
Bruised on its edges
Wounded is the soul
Bleeds thy spirit
As the bitter words of a lore!
Lonely he stands amongst the crowd
discontented, unsatisfied
deriving energy from
Sadistic drive…
Acrid tongue
Emitting sulphurous fumes
Burns the heart within
Yet remains vitriolic !
What shall bring calm
To the blisters
Hidden within
in parts…?
A soft touch
Shall chafe the pain
A soothing balm
Will excoriate the wound
A drizzle will
Wet eyes more,
Flowers shall instigate
The deadened soul…
Against the lashes of the wind,
Stood violently
With vengeance at brim
A troubled heart is
hard to satisfy,
Like a mammoth task
Upheaval it seems
but nevertheless
shall be surely deemed.
For every being on this earth
Awaits his time
To mature
Through the strong hurricanes
Wading through the floods of fear
Eradicating the ego of selfish desires…
When sees his real image
In the mirror
His soul is frozen with
Terror…
Scourge of life
and divine interfere
Flashes the lightening of Nemesis
Dazed is the heart
which had been living
alone for years!
A tender petal of love
Then blows from the
Tree of divine garden
For a pure endeavor,
Silently it touches and kisses
The hurt heart by layers
Emitting a fragrance of
Affection
Within the folds dried and covered
It sprays the mist
Of compassion
Onto the lost soul
Transforming it
Slowly into
A rainbow of love
Pristine and clear!
Only time is yet to arrive
For such a beautiful conjecture
Where a raging heart
Shall metamorphose
Into a precious one
Bedecked with
Virtuous pleasures…
The moment will be
a golden one
which shall witness
the significant transformation,
reinstating the existence of god
in the dead soul
of a mortal peer!
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