Crying pitiful face of Earth
Wailing beneath the darkened skies
Bubbling tears pouring down her saddened eyes
Yearning to be freed from troll's cries
Still in learning she is, to be debarred from lies!
Dark and desolate is her centre
Gloomy and dull is her lather
Yet, tolerant and adamant is her temper
For her call is to be a loving and a doting mother
Such a fate she accepted from a tray, Oh so Silver!
Enduring the devilish nature of her common kin
She bears selflessly with them even if they bask in sin
And does her best to give them a life devoid of sores
Without reproach, she fulfils her chores
Never expecting anything in return for her lost ores!
Delightful she was at the time of Creation
Distressful she will be at the time of Destruction
Graceful she shall be at the time of Rejuvenation
Forgiveness she will grant to those enjoyers!
For a tender heart she has acquired throughout the years!
Crying pitiful face of Earth
I pray, have Patience with all Its Worth
So that Eternal Life shall flow in Your Soul
And dazed shall we all be in Your enthrall
Even if Your tender heart with iron is now mold!
Dark are my days, darkened with pain
Light and joy has flown down the drain
All for a cause of an unexpected zeal
Meant for a heart to be captured, my captain!
Dark may be my days, dark are the nights
Amidst the agony, the coming days fill me up with frights
Of what use is living in emptiness, in void
If blank seems the mere existence, once the object of my delights!
Days are forever bad, luck seems so sad
With fever, it would seem fortune is clad
Love meant to the enjoyers of doom
The awakened, devoid of love, are among the myriad!
And in the darkened depth, I smile
Amidst the dark doom, I cross the mile
For submissive to a fragile fate,
I have experienced the holiness in good style!
Saved from the swampy marsh
My Life meant to be one so harsh
Yet joy to be my ending reward
For treading the dark tunnel can be truly dullish!
Love, Love, remains the miracle
Love and show mercy in amounts ample
How can there be love in the dark tunnel
Hope is there, for the end of the battle
Life, with your flow, I dance
And with your course, I sway
Sometimes with smiles which help me prance
Sometimes with tears, painfully red or grey
Life, beautiful for the lucky ones
They are the enjoyers, the swans
For me, with faith blooming
And with my youth blossoming
I pine, and yearn, like the Holy Queen
For the love of my years as a teen
Where are you prince charming?
For your warm heart I am searching!
Life is a dance, whether a tango or a ballet
I live it with the zeal of an anklet
When I swirl and fly over mountains
In my mind, I am rid of all pains
My own life, filled with my own strife
Fate shall you be kind to me in my afterlife
If I perform my moves with grace
And give the world a much needed solace?
Placed 6th in the contest
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