THE PROPHECY

 The resplendent image of the Almighty divine,

Came like a rustling wind from behind,

One lashing the tides of my mind,

As it drowned an ocean of unanticipated knowledge in my modest confine,

An unnatural realization dawned,

As if the seeds of its permanence were to be sown,

Promising its legacy to be grown,

With earnest care, though a melancholic tone,

It infused a fortunate reality,

Steering in me an unknown clarity,

That I may not exist in perpetuity,

But what will prevail after me is the prophecy.

Life for my avaricious soul is a path full of needs,

An inevitable fallout, that all must heed,

And an unexplained cycle of remorse and grief,

A greed for more than the crude feed,

Indeed, a rat race to succeed,

A spider’s web forged by the strands of complacency,

A reluctance to render the natural responsibility,

Only a joy to amass the worldly resource, most manoeuvrable,

In a kind of an inferno, disabling capacity,

But the tide of times will only be ruled by the prophecy.

Amidst the anarchy of the day,

An inspiring gleam emerges at the bay,

Reverberating a soulful melody, which it did say,

Oh mesmerised I lay,

The tumult of the harmony presented a prophecy,

That men shall flee,

From the world ablaze,

Like terrors driven away by a happy face,

But will strengthen the world a force,

Of all happenings on earth, the ultimate source,

For every crust and trough in life,

A triumph or strife,

In the ebb and flow of tides,

There will pervade a scent,

It will be the providence, that will lend,

Courage and support,

To all men to hold,

For sanity and sensibility to be restored,

O’ spirit so bold,

A story untold,

Hail thee,

The saviour, the Lord,

The harbinger of hope.

~Aman Rana~

 Modern School, Barakhamba Road

INDIA

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