Wednesday, 11 July 2012

Life

Life takes form in the norm
 Life is subjected to choice
Choice turns into voice
Voice shall lead to reform!

To tamper with creation
Has always been an abomination
Such claimed the Creator
In the face of the impostor!


To love without limits
To give way to all fits
Remains a blessing so enjoyable
Yet, as at date, it is abominable!


Life, a gift to be handled with care
A sin it has become, so austere
The Era is now dark;
The crow criest Hark!

Red tears pour from the glance of the Lord
In front of the façade of the horde
Such can make him wish for the cord
When such He never uttered!



Blasphemous! Calamitous!
Let the Age turn auspicious
So that Life shall laugh again
Instead of crying with pain!

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