A Poem – Estranged cacophonies of myriad dreams
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A bumble bee sheds its wings in rattled despair;
A small child cries on the doorsteps of hope;
Old Davy roughs up his broken limbs, defying death;
and a young leaf battles the rough winds piercing its face!
The estranged cacophonies of myriad dreams.
The little girl was watching a twig turn to ash,
the soldiers of Devil plundering tranquil souls;
In mysterious ways is His stick working,
trails of glory disappearing in little rings of smoke!
The estranged cacophonies of myriad dreams.
Victory turned into desolate joyless souls,
upon the pyre of infinite lives burn innocent smiles;
Oh, how the dreams of an entire generation turned
from fairy little tales to a living nightmare!
The estranged cacophonies of myriad dreams.
If this had to be the price of a righteous War,
the Grim Reaper feasting over we, nigh and far;
Alas! behold the pious prophecy of the old,
Righteous was born a twin, his brother: Vicious, the bold!
The estranged cacophonies of myriad dreams.
Then, rising from the dust of forgotten aeons,
Seraphic protectors wield out holy swords,
Chariots of Life trot across the clouds of Eternity;
Intrepid heralds of what’s in store for us!
The estranged cacophonies of myriad dreams.
Now, a butterfly flaps its wings over lilies,
white and real;
a rabbit with celerity escapes the doomed box,
of skull and bones;
We were chasing the wind till now,
unguided and lost;
there are lit faces of hope under the sun,
now that we Know;
The estranged cacophonies of myriad dreams.
Life is a cycle unexplained,
A lot of gloom, brief intervals of pain;
Who, ever has Heaven on Earth attained?
Yet lives a faith in every heart,
a hope burning for a new start;
For at times Righteous binds Vicious in love’s chains!
The estranged cacophonies of myriad dreams….
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