The night is when I set my ghostly walk,

I forget that I have a mouth that can talk.

I observe the nature of this darkness,

Removing the stresses within stress.

 

What you gossipers term as comedy

Is the state of the Earth’s tragedy.

I offered you my transparency,

I plead do not make this a conspiracy.

 

The prayer that You gave me to say,

I truly accept is my only honest way.

Freedom is the only act of practice,

There is no need for a silly sacrifice.

 

The moments your philosophy was prophesied,

I abandoned the truth that could have been realised.

You simply smile and say maybe later,

I’ve realised You are the only Emancipator.

 

Lots of love and God bless

Rahul N Singh

Advertisements

Posted by in Poems