How elegant was the world you had made, God, my Father
The sun, the moon, and the stars, as fully alive, functioned.
Herbs, shrubs, plants, trees, flies, birds, beasts, and humans had their honor
Each speck, as though a heavenly gem, by no power, shunned
Eve disobeyed. Cain killed. The list, like a chain, continued.
When will these vices end? Even sages couldn't predict
Prophets, like torchbearers, tried hard to set a flawless mood.
Could they, yet, erase from the earth the good-evil conflict?
Who will I send it to now? O Father, you ask within
Knowing your inner thoughts, the Son willingly says, 'I'll go'
He decided to incarnate to take away the sin.
He knew that, lanb-like, his body would break and blood would flow.
The earth gained a new form, as though waiting for the monsoon.
Nature, with the universe, seemed to compose a new tune.
Categories:
torchbearers, jesus,
Form: Sonnet
Serene silence, its salient feature
The sapped bodies snug in solitude.
Not a mound of sand and cement.
A structure to showcase our reverence and regard and
Keep them alive through our thoughts, words and deeds.
Do the enshrouded bodies realize how nicely they are carved?
Definitely,not.
Souls satiate when tributes are paid.
Tombs reflect cultures and civilizations.
Tombs disclose unknown facts of royal dynasties.
Some stand as tokens of perpetual love like Tajmahal.
Some are adored,
As they have engulfed the thinkers, torchbearers and preceptors.
It's the end as well as onset of a new life.
Whoever and whatever it is!
Paying tribute to an abandoned soul is the sole cosmic order.
Place: 4
Categories:
torchbearers, grave, tribute,
Form: Free verse
And then somewhere,
As days passed to years,
It was lost.
We had become the elder guard,
The keepers of tales old
And wisdom new.
No longer the hunters of Snipe,
Our youth, long since left behind
In those grassy fields and enchanted woods.
The future's endless possibilities
Have turned to numbered days,
Where victories are marked in sunrises,
And losses in lonely sunsets.
Slowly, we fade
Into the dimming light of tomorrow,
Remembered only by those
Who choose to bear the torch.
Categories:
torchbearers, family, old,
Form: Free verse
The Moon and stars are celestial sharers
Illuminating the skies as faithful torchbearers
Luna trades places with the sun, who sleeps
until the morrow when o'er earth it sweeps
How patient they are to wait for their turn
Moonlight's soft glow and sun's fire to burn
Their discharged light required by the clime
Each fulfilling the need in their space and time
Back and forth in passing, they rise and recline
Each casting shadows, though they never align
In orbit, we watch them in the Heavens above
Incentive for poets to write of warmth and love.
Categories:
torchbearers, light, moon, sun,
Form: Rhyme
My burdened country, tis of thee
Still beautiful are its halcyon skies
America! Free of woes we long to be.
God, shed Your grace upon blind eyes.
Unite us with love and brotherhood
Enlighten our hearts to do only good.
Make us torchbearers for a better life
to achieve all our hopes and dreams.
Rid us of the political woes and strife...
the past four years of lies and schemes.
America! We've lived in days of fears
It's time to stop spilling sorrowful tears.
As imperfect humans, we all have flaws
America! America! The country we love.
There's a reason we should obey its laws
God commands it from his throne above.
Across the plains and from sea to sea
We're thankful for mountains of majesty.
We renounce slander against your name
by those who smear and propagandize.
Prigs who harass and vilify with false claim
that America is a country without a heart
but that kind of attitude is one we chastise.
America! This is just a chapter in your story.
Your light will shine again in wondrous glory.
Categories:
torchbearers, usa,
Form: Rhyme
Bring me back , not to the past,
but present oracles done and sung
come now, gardenias
parade among giant trees
while torchbearers gather to kneel
upon the ground that stamps
this mad maiden’s feet.
Spring, I yearn for your touch,
be gentle, if you please.
Categories:
torchbearers, longing, seasons,
Form: Light Verse
A silence speaks up at ungreen
age for an unknown, finding
dark matter in hiddenness
of sleazy light.
A dove in the valley of tulips
stops a flight for a wayfarer.
What was that persisists, in envioronment and bunkers ?
Queen bee will decide for a spliced
dawn of honeycomb in a bloodless coup.
The stings were the torchbearers.
A smile comes out with a walker. The
vitals were dysfunctioning.
The end does not need any comma.
Satish Verma
Categories:
torchbearers, art,
Form: ABC