Nature Psalm Poem by Harish k. Thakur

I have lived for centuries
Under the myth of shadow.
Satan's millennia
And the dread of Hades engulfs.

Ah! A long night of groans.
The ghosts of the rumpled skins
And the starved guts
Haunt me.

In the land of dead
The rivers of blood flow
The curls of life drown
In the deluge of sea waves.
Wolves lick the stains
Over the stolid bones
Under the wide gyrates of Vultures
And the deadened hearts bury deep
In the canyon of unconscious.

Withered I look for the dawn
The Mana
For the warmth of your supple arms
And the touch of soul.

Like a tall cypress
You rise far above the weeds
And sing the melody out of your psalter
To salve the wounds
Roof well
The ferocities of time.