Judgement Of Children Poem by Prayag Saikia

There will be no more walls.

Walls shall be ripped asunder,
by the judgement of children.

On the alter of time,
every selfish giant has to sacrifice;
his arrogance.

Like a prophet
a little child will come
to play in the garden of the ogre,
and all human hearts will throb with love.

My dismembered mother,
we always dream of your reunion
And
through the granite,
surely a river will gush out;
to preach a new gospel of life.