Ignorantiam Poem by Vedanth Bhatnagar

Slumber dwells upon my eyes,
I who see chaos awaken;
Within what mankind has thought,
I see a world shaken.

Who is the maiden, the siren,
That sings of chaos and lust?
Who is she who seeks to draw,
The Creation to mere dust?

A storm brews in the soul,
Of a desert;
Dust blows from the sanctums,
Of ice;
From the windy snow does,
blow dirt;
Of all bizarre things, the mind,
Reeks of vice!

I stand in the eye of the Earth,
Aghast!
Chasms in a solitary Ego wring mankind,
A division cast!
A tale of death, suffering and birth,
A karmic past;
Of peace and conflicts, doth we find,
Solutions that forever last?