My wisdom set for an extreme vision
My faith is wedged to my own belief
I need to dwell in my own shrine
My convictions are the way to divine
My shrine is the dome of all goodness
I need to protract it for that heaven
I turned to We in the next few hours
Then it's the plot of a negative mission
Took all weapons and marched to thee
There the plot killed all against the mission
There in the battlefield shed all tears
They wipe all tears and refuge to some other land
There my wisdom glee as I fulfilled my vision
But the supreme was even in refugees' soul
There I pellet God for my extreme vision
But he migrated to some other shore
There my wisdom glee and fulfilled my vision
We shook guns and marched for extreme vision
But in the battlefield candid the blood spot
Why we are alone in this shrine
My wisdom glee but the extreme questioned
Who succeeded me or victims?
Or my mission or Gods abode
There in the battlefield my wisdom glee
But in some corner refugees wipe their tears! ! ! !
©2014 SALINI.S.NAIR. All rights reserved.
Vision is guided by others who control. The one who is supposed to guide migrated to some other shore. Realization may be too late. Beautiful poem with a deep inner feeling. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem Salini..I loved reading each lines...But I loved the most.. Who succeeded me or victims? Or my mission or Gods abode There in the battlefield my wisdom glee But in some corner refugees wipe their tears! ! ! ! Very beautifully you have portrayed the battlefield and its consequences and bloodshed. I loved reading each lines.