Gorilla - 11 Poem by Seshendra Sharma

The brute in Gorilla is the brute of compassion. The pure brute directing itself solely to raising the architecture of humanity. Only when treachery comes in his way, the brute shows his other face, the pure hatred unmixed with evil. The sacred outrage today my brother, the brute has possessed me to resurrect you from the geological depths of inertia, come -
All are slaves to light, since one cannot go into darkness. Come in my direction, we shall mix the blood of my heart, and blood of your heart and share the same storm together. I am searching for your footsteps - Like a lone tear in the paths of life.
I am not bear in the hands of a juggler. The great wave which never knows being humbled comes out of only the heart of an ocean; its birth place is the birthplace of storms. I will not budge from the place I love, even if earthquakes come. Is light afraid of darkness? Even in death, I stay the tempestuous wind and enjoy the flavour of life in offering myself as a sacrifice to ideals.
I am loath to invest with my own hands on the heads of those scoundrels, crowns of halos woven of charity and mercy. I cannot assume the eternal roe of a mean being living on the alms of others. I will achieve my place in history by the muzzle of my own right. Else, I shall quit leaving my rivers of blood to flow like floods tormenting the souls of earth eternally.
I invoke the Gorilla from the fires of mankind. I practice metamorphosis on people and turn them into volcanoes. I do not plough the fields f peace and sow dreams in viodity! It is difficult to live at such heights where it is said the mythological gods alone have built their abodes. My poetry is purely, the defence of Man.