~Baldev Bhatta “Bihani”~
Inexorable mourning for the sunken sun
deprecates the approaching rays in the morning,
In the removed honor of my absconding deities
The word today holds the furious shocks of sunken sun !!
Your stubborn glories of the world telling both earth and sky to yield
The defense of morality failed in the mythical PULPIT,
Costly smile from the same PULPIT at the start of the day
Don’t blame your marrow’s tragical fall !!
In the same Mansion of dignity they seek word
With interrupted prayer nightly watches ride in Minutes,
Oh lady in the PULPIT! listen the turbulent time
for bodies invaded by the words are echoing and rebounding from the caves!
Assembled dirt in the eye lid today
Urged the ruin of secret sin committed in the PULPIT,
Thus no strict breath will seek gold mine
to mock an incognito visit of misguiding dark !!
Free as the men, fatal limits will seek an end
Pilots in the recorded night of misery will speak
The tongue of a prey in the Falcon’s nest,
For all rules lead but to the anticipating vessels of the Justice!!
(Source : Shabdahar )
