My pen is chocked by the pandemic
under self
quarantine she lies numb
making my
being lame and dumb,
but my mind
is awake and alert
to the rise
and fall of the kings and crowns
long lines
of knights and clowns
legions of
honour and ignominy
I am the
receptor of history
the
preceptor of mad reveries.
I have seen
and felt the gloom
of mighty
men rolling in blood
inviting
doom by bravery and ego,
floods of
tears I have swum
and walked
on the debris of civilization
counting the
great follies of mankind .
Wounds
oozing pus grieved me,
men and
women howling in pain
teeth
grinding revenge have pierced
my soul billion
times changed hue
from green
to red and pale yellow
yet I am
here alone and hurt,
should I give
up in despair
shaming my Maker forever?
No I will
rise and collect the bones
whisper life
into them with my burning love
bring glow
to their faces, wipe tears
pour in them
the sauce of life
and shout
with all my life force.
Arise O
fallen and vanquished
life is not
a grave's mold.
breathe and
infuse the vital grace
into the
retro the listless and start
fighting to
beat the end again
make all
ends your new beginning.
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