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Inner Sanctum
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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.
Copyright ©
Krishnanand Guptar
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