My search goes on, seemingly vain…
Traumatic times are a regular phase.
For at each turn, I behold only pain.
Oh why should my people see such days?
I see my land bathed in innocents' blood…
I
fear her future is decreed thus bleak.
As I await His light – the cleansing flood.
I remain entranced by this surreal mystique.
I hear a moan, I hear a cry…
As I await His light – the cleansing flood.
I remain entranced by this surreal mystique.
I hear a moan, I hear a cry…
The
land is too blood-soaked to till.
As we wait for it all to dry;
The twisted folk deem more blood, to spill!
What times are these, which we live in…?
As we wait for it all to dry;
The twisted folk deem more blood, to spill!
What times are these, which we live in…?
Beneath
clouds so dark and skies so grey.
I listen’d to tales of the Devil’s grin…
And unto Frey, did I turn to pray.
O Lord! May Thy rule stay Divine…
I listen’d to tales of the Devil’s grin…
And unto Frey, did I turn to pray.
O Lord! May Thy rule stay Divine…
For
our hours on ye Earth are entirely Thine.
I pray – as this sun sets in decline,
I pray – as this sun sets in decline,
It
brings peace upon this beloved land of mine!
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I wrote this in the wee hours of today. My
sincere condolences go out to the families of (Anti-Terrorism Squad Chief)
Hemant Karkare, (Additional Commissioner) Ashok Kamte, (encounter specialist
Inspector) Vijay Salaskar and all those bereaved. I fervently hope things
return to normalcy soon.
Contorted Reality will not have 50th post celebrations. Instead, please join me in lighting a candle here.
Ad majorem Dei gloriam.