Concerns
Modernism
Has its roots penetrated deeply into
Barbarism,
Or still unfathomable depths.
So is History,
Lamenting over man’s destiny
Of blooms with pollens venomous.
Wonder
Flashes within, how has One squeezed
The massive essence of mountainous misgivings
And filled in an exceptionally delicate word-shell!
Expressions;
The silver snakes of blessed thoughts,
Gently glided over the shadowless sandy shores
Of serene sweetness, aspiring to dawn this planet
With the most wonderful source of energy ever;
A new tender Sun that might emit
Golden rays of hopes and promises immense.
Revolutions,
Marched over the ember-strewn paths
Of human history breaking the early shells of evolution,
Leaving shrouds of beguiling dark ashes .
I pray,
Hope, and dream the mighty word-squalls
To clear off the legendary curses
And enduringly emancipate the futurity.
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