RIP THEM

RIP THEM

I keep myself immersed in love

But they come to steal my peace

Those days are gone when I

Dumbstruck would keep quiet and shy

So that they can’t take all at ease

Some peace is needed to breathe

Some peace needed to cool the seethe

Not that I forever was quiet

But surely their pyres did light

At the right time

Smilingly

Now it is not so

Not a bit will I let go

I burn them instantly

Those days gone of brood

Never be late for doing good

I know now how to clip wings

At the same time too sing

I used to sing then too

But different songs

of love

My songs are still of love

But oozes blood too

Never let devils breathe

Rip apart their dirty sheaths

Then place on them white wreaths.

05/05/23

India