Easter
Eggs, candies, bunnies, pastels, decors, chocolates,
Brunches, desserts, and white lilies with ice droplets;
Wearing clothes, church-going, wish parading, dining,
Doesn't Easter seem like newer events designing...?
With hullabaloo of festive fun and frolic,
The day dawns and goes down with euphoric rollick;
At almost near the brink of sleepy dizziness,
With rays of muse hearts will fall into encumber:
The history-mystery mix of those tough times,
The Pharisees and Sadducees, and their continued crimes;
The Jewish religion and the rude Roman laws,
All, to kill Jesus, tried ever, to find a cause...!
With the cruel sentence of carrying the cross,
The scourge, fall and rise, whip-thrash, and dignity loss;
His body was broken and his blood was poured out,
He trusted his father's will, yet, beyond all doubt...!
The tomb could not hold him, just like the mother's womb,
Graves opened erupting many a mercy flume;
Death, like a dead log or rock, is seen lying dead,
Life, like a lion leaps, let free of every thread...!
The defeat of death; the flow of fullness of life,
True human salvation, and sacrificial strife;
Forgiveness and freedom of the Father divine,
Easter is about newness - new skin and new wine
18 March 2023
Easter Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
Rhyme Checked At: Rhyme Zone
Syllable Checked At: How Many Syllable
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Christuraj Alex
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