Déjà Vu Poem by Kamal Prashar

Deep down moor lay souls of morrow'

O' Man of height or Lady I say

Deep be held that plight of sorrow

Up travels a voice of I if May?



Worthy stayed that fault of being

A being of Love, undone bright day

No sign of Kind or Human it said

The Pieces of Flesh upside on hay



In stars went lost some dreams of Them

No loss or boon, no time for pray

A touch of gold was all She yearned

Be Fjords, be cots, be Sphere's Bay



Stay the one, with pens and swords

From Globe to feet of Thine' they play

A look divine strings 1000 chords

Meek of truth or triumph they lay