Children of a Lesser God
The nurturing nature, scintillating sunshine..
Iridescent rainbows, roses and marigolds...
Blossoms - bountiful beauty all around..
Appealing, energising everyone's sensation.
Yet in the obscure corner, ragged they lay..
Like weeds - without roots, briars but barren..
With gleaming eyes, thirsty souls and some say..
They are baffled and blind..
Enveloped in the ignominy, with a sehnsucht..
To be somewhere which they might call home.
But still they own no home....
Isn't this world their home?
Are they Children Of a Lesser God?
Away from the rush of waves, plunging into a pool
Of dread,desolation, where perils loom largely ..
And hollow promises, beneficient-beasts, devil's of day
Rob-away the slightest curve from their weary visage.
But hope, wish to entreatingly enquire
The one who created, and destroyed...
Are they Children of a Lesser God?
Copyright © Rupsha Mitra | Year Posted 2020
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