SOJOURNERS
The earth keeps rotating with enveloped groans
And our sanity stand on the river bank
Looking at the mother earth in her cubicle of doom
Yet our eyes are blurred as we could only see gloom
Under wide structure of the globe we forlornly picture
With our mouths salivating in total dejection
The sun goes abroad, the moon disappears aloof,
The stars journeyed unreturnable, the world is down.
Only with the inner mirror we could tame the catcj
As our lives become rounded yet flat and paralleled.
No hope for the commoners
The Halloween is gory and blemishing surly
The vicar neglects his scriptures the offerings
the painter forget to design, the pen lying low
And like Goddoh watchers we all wait
On this bank of doom we are
Our dearth is nocking and rocking on our shoulders,
And this plight angst on our pitiable lives for so long.
For such a long time we did not keep the book of.
Alas! The surge pinched us deadly down
Our voice is being banged battered, bruised and banned
And like a pack of unholy criminal we are castigated
The world we so cherished now a for,
The water we used to gulped now a spell,
Only just now we know we are done
Done to waist for the day we would conquer
But the day we would be speared of the pogrom