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Deep within the blank, dull sky
up above the shallow clean waters
showing the reflection of the demonish red moon, right above the pond , straight up and high
is the moon today red ??
or in water, of dead bodies, is a crawling and curling bed??
the strange , sharp, annoying noises
the intrigue, shivering voices
marks of the sharp, big nails
the tiny black eyed birds, the crawling snails
suddenly comes there, the broken track
on which yesterday's train had derailed
seems the silence of this place, is something, that the struggling, crawling souls have availed.
the clouds, the storm and the thunder
before coming here, even the angels would think and wonder
but one determined soul
who has never done a sin, never committed a foul
has come forward
with the chantings , the blessings, the wishes
peace and forgiveness, is what he has always tried to flower and nourish
he bought there, a tiny butterfly
who had the power to switch the time
to bring back the smiles, the souls, stopping the cries and whines
it flaps its wings
it, unleashes it's strings
the magic starts happening
each and every object , back in time starts travelling
the butterfly, right at the time of the derail
stops flowing it wings
and again tightens it's strings
© Shanid
up above the shallow clean waters
showing the reflection of the demonish red moon, right above the pond , straight up and high
is the moon today red ??
or in water, of dead bodies, is a crawling and curling bed??
the strange , sharp, annoying noises
the intrigue, shivering voices
marks of the sharp, big nails
the tiny black eyed birds, the crawling snails
suddenly comes there, the broken track
on which yesterday's train had derailed
seems the silence of this place, is something, that the struggling, crawling souls have availed.
the clouds, the storm and the thunder
before coming here, even the angels would think and wonder
but one determined soul
who has never done a sin, never committed a foul
has come forward
with the chantings , the blessings, the wishes
peace and forgiveness, is what he has always tried to flower and nourish
he bought there, a tiny butterfly
who had the power to switch the time
to bring back the smiles, the souls, stopping the cries and whines
it flaps its wings
it, unleashes it's strings
the magic starts happening
each and every object , back in time starts travelling
the butterfly, right at the time of the derail
stops flowing it wings
and again tightens it's strings
© Shanid