Spilling crimson over bright white,
Shattering the limbs, hearts and skulls.
Deep in the souls of living, its all scars.
On the road to peace, full of hurdles,
Sandals wearing out alongside patience.
Yet, wars are gifted along the bloodline,
Shaming the cradles of civilization and time.
Sneers and snickers, on the rise,
Over Your endured absence.
Some chant Your name no more,
For others, war is your name.
Comeback O Jesus,
Comeback O Krishna,
We have lived in hell,
Show us the paradise...
2 comments:
Awesome :)
Thanks Manohar :)
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