A prehistoric house
on the bank of the earth.
A moonlit night
A mahogany table with holy book
They with hemlock
laughed, exchanged look with each other.
There lived God, but didn't hear.
They
Frightened
Melancholic
Frustrated
They wanted to kick to the closed door.
There lived God in vein, in breath, in belief.
But God didn't hear them.
They with hemlock
laughed a divine laugh, they wished
death for each other.
There lived God who didn't hear them.
But God will punish them in doomsday.
3/24/2010
Doors of divinity are most often closed.it opens to only few gifted souls.
One can never kick open the Divine door...poem very much symbolic...good work...10
a poem which opens up so many possibilities, , , very symbolical, , , thanx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hoping poem so groovy great work