Deb Panda Poems
You appear at this cross-
Upon the rising flame of earthen lamp
Lighted- in my evening prayer,
Flickering and steady with the wind!
I see you protect this pen;
With the dazzling shield-
When darkness delves deep into it-
Held high; with all kindness in reward!
Joyous- for this journey starts there.
And I reserve this flame for ages-
For my soul finds its temple,
That will go down generation, with undying luster;
Tomorrow -when they discover themselves in darkness!
No More, Would It Be
No more, pledge it could be through
into freest soul, purpose both laid in
me, with disguised blessing, I hail
never shaken, with a mild blow, O’ man
Sin healed at constant rhythm then
within mystery, her limits fade grey
and passions buried hate all
in cells mortal body is said to odd-try
Hope; somewhere perched, in dark terrain