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PROPHESY
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English Poetry |
The holy prophesies will sure come true.
No time the humans find to grieve and rue.
The darkest nights will glow with infant Sun
and days will cool with Moon in vibrant run.
His advent; skies are crooning, oh listen.
O’ see the hopeful smiles of stars’ glisten.
Behold the rivers flow with glitzy glow;
hearken the oceans roar “Jayaho! Jayahoo!.”
Beware O’ men; before that sacred dawn
the dancing demons of the darkness go
allegro! Blow their creepy clarions
and with askance and dread your hearts they stow!
I know; the hideous looks beautiful;
the beautiful frightens with face dreadful.
The right looks wrong and wrong looks right and lo
the searching saints are hit by panic blow!
But wait till ushers in the lovely dawn
when quelling all the qualms, flexes HE, His brawn!!
Beautifully penned poem indeed of real hope in time of despair
God no doubt is watching, listening to all our pleadings & prayers
And in due time will sure arrange to punish severely the corrupt & sinners,
who are greedy insincere, cruel causing good human beings to suffer.
Hearty Commends for the poem…
@Vishvnand,
Anuradha,
Really a frightful prophecy of our dangerous times fraught with uncertainty from dusk to dawn.
As wished by you, we need a mighty avatar to descend and rein the juggernaut of evil -doers.
Kusum
Loved the poem. Surely, all that personifies the wicked, does get erased by the goodness lurking here and there. The one above always makes sure of that!!