Mercy shown in delight

Written by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon

Dark days were foreseen Events turned out mean No more was I serene As on the rim do I lean! The cause, the loss of my pen My favourite, gifted by my Beloved Shall I bear with such a stand? Existence itself seemed recurved! Blessed thought I be to be though When a tap I heard on my window A little dove it was, with my pen in its beak Delighted, I felt my heart getting weak! Dark days turned golden Must be the Mercy of Urizen A little dove turned invisible After acting as his rightful disciple! My Beloved shall not be sad Fate did not allow me to be bad To write eternal verses I shall, Of his love, care and enthrall!