Mockery by a confluence of faith,
A star shone changing the course of fate.
Some were promised a place chirping in harmony,
Some saw in it strife culminating blasphemy.
When the seas were split summoning serenity beyond,
Missiles waylay a promise, crafting miseries profound.
Blood drips suffocating the parched soil, echoing a lost shrine,
Silence is deafening in the cacophony, heavens rendering a pantomime.
Age of Aquarius swore end of discord,
Melancholy strains to tears hoping a magical accord.
4 comments:
gud gud gud... very gud..
pur
muje kuch samaj mai nahi aaya..:(
good good good... very good..
par
muje bhi kuch samaj mein nahi aaya..;) ... had to read it thrice ... 5th time .. i got it :) ... beautiful!
Perhaps this explains further -
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:West_Bank_%26_Gaza_Map_2007_%28Settlements%29.gif
The Age of Aquarius is well represented by you,
I, therefore, have faith that the magical accord is soon due.
:)
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