The Lamb Of God Poem by Mohammad Tabish

The Lamb of God


Saffron exsanguinates to fade to extinct;
his cultivator in grief has lost the course.

Untouched locks and the keys have lost
long time it has now been.

Of the nearby graves the soil stolen,
Mansions rubbl'd and none to broil.

The Lamb of God is yet to bring peace.

A painting lies abandoned on the wall
inside a shadow, turned red holding a call

Rain rains stolen arrows of some war,
to dye red this winter its white-fall.

Till no place is left for flowers and trees,
Crumbling bricks of love, gardens potters fields.

The Lamb of God is yet to bring peace.


In nights no more do the lovers desire
a bunker evolved at the place of meet

Sorrowful flames lament, while
lanterns keep guarding graves.

And monuments with epitaphs engraves,
“tonight a prisoner set free”.

The Lamb of God is yet to bring peace.