Comments about Ranjan Matthew
Live The Gift
The fires burn in the land beneath
Where scarred souls dwell, none to bequeath
Black angels rule and souls they snare,
O silent traveler, be watchful, beware!
The land is scorched, the air is putrid,
The Beast is risen and souls are outbid
Statesmen will choke, tyranny will bleed,
O fair maiden, tread warily, take heed.
Perish blackness of the past; realize the present
To fuel wisdom for the future; look back, we musn’t
Harness our will; cradle our senses
Hopes ring certainty in this new genesis.
Live the gift; savour each blessed ...