My Valley - Poem by ritwika raha
No chirping bird,
No blooming rose,
Blew the captive wind
And smoke arose
Till the farthest length which the eyes perceived
Prevailed silence cause life reposed.
Neither flows the water, nor pours the rai, n
Nor shines the Sun where wrath slain men
Where envy governs heart and malice mutilates,
The arms of little children.
Where red streams of blood make runnels and flow,
And cut their paths through the sand
To curse those swords that slaughtered life,
And rewarded innocence with death, so profaned and low.
Where children and fire, embrace and play
Where darkness and devils overrule the day,
Where the crests of cherubs are adorned with coronets of thorns
To be slaughtered and mauled, are the young ones born.
This law does prevail on my little land,
This once was the beauty of a marvel by an artist's hand! !
The specter of which now just remains
A sin by brilliance and great brains! !
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