Just An Instrument Poem by Monita Soni

You'll wait a long, long time to know
Your cries, fear, love, hate,
Don't mean much

Far beyond the floating clouds
Where Northern Lights and constellations mingle
You don't exist in form

Your heightened senses
Endless pining for the first born
Or the entire Yadu clan is merely a shrug

The Parijat will continue to spill
Its fragrance on the parched earth
Long after you are gone

The Coppery moon that hangs low
Over the battlefield
Knows not who will weep at Sun rise

Extinguish the fire of revenge
Break open your melting heart
In your bruised hands

Go back to the source
Let go, let go of sins and sorrows
Just think a Happy thought

Nothing ever happens
Don't take blame
He is the doer........you, who are you?

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