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                                        Inner Sanctum

                             In the very depth of my heart
                             Lies a precious inner sanctum,
                          The seat of sad sorrows and pains
                            Gathered over the flight of time;

                           I free its door on full moon nights
                           When light allows to gaze within,
                        Recall the days when greyish clouds
                         Veiled the sinuous contours of life;

                             I free its door to stir the days
                       When heinous hands dealt me a blow
                            Stealthily from behind my back
                     While staging grim smiles on their face;

                         I free its door to heal the wounds
                             Bequeathed to me as legacy,
                      To eye the scars stamped on my flesh
                        And gauge the trauma from within;

                         I free its door to vent out spleens
                       That gnaw my soul days in days out;
                            It has already claimed its toll,
                      With engines of my heart patched up.

                             Forgiven, but not forgotten 
                       Are those who meted out sad woes
                        That set flames in my heart ablaze
                          When I scan the inner sanctum;

                      Their shadows keep haunting my mind
                              Even during the mid of night
                            Like vultures preying on a lamb
                            And consuming it with pleasure;

                          I am now a storm-stricken tree
                      With roots battered and quite shattered
                  With the trunk and stems, sewn with threads,
                   That may greet the ground with light storms
                             And perhaps never rise again
                         To whisper its hymns to the breeze. 

                              Let it be as the Lord will wish
                                 As only He and I partake
                             What lies in the inner sanctum
                          Which I`ll take with me to heaven
                         With all its pains, woes and sorrows
                            When will knell the celestial bell;

                            Yet I will bid to those who dished
                             Waves of sorrows to me farewell
                                     As the door to serenity
                                    And the path to eternity
                                  Lie not in endless bickering
                              But in espousing the Lord`s will
                                 As He alone holds the handle
                                   Of impartial, Divine justice.
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