Dark Storm
by SeshendraSharma on Mon Mar 08, 2004 9:00 am
Why is it blowing so fierce?
This gigantic storm
Sweeping over thecountry,
A dark heavy blast
Blowing off
Even the feeble lamps
Twinkling
Their last light,
Swallowing
All that it meets
O what darkness
What a storm!
A pity the day is not yet
bequeathed to the children,
Why do you not
Push forward that burning
Glob of sun
Why do you not
Rend the darkness
With the torch
Of your will?
Aournd your neck
A garland of sweat:
Each drop
A million suns
This gigantic storm
Sweeping over thecountry,
A dark heavy blast
Blowing off
Even the feeble lamps
Twinkling
Their last light,
Swallowing
All that it meets
O what darkness
What a storm!
A pity the day is not yet
bequeathed to the children,
Why do you not
Push forward that burning
Glob of sun
Why do you not
Rend the darkness
With the torch
Of your will?
Aournd your neck
A garland of sweat:
Each drop
A million suns