While treading down the lane,
In a forbidden plane,
Tracked the terrible sights
In blazing lights,
That left an indelible scar.
The chaos was aghast,
With din and blast,
The blood and bodies dead,
Were strewn ahead,
Remnant of a massacre wicked.
The fright was choking,
As the tears came pouring,
The pain was intolerable,
As the heart sunk in trouble,
Reflecting on the despair.
Unable to find a coherence,
Unfit to trace a sequence,
The mind wonders in a desolation,
Suppressing the isolation,
A recollection of the indifference.
The Guardian angel enters
Blesses the unpleasant tenders,
Uttering words of grace
Preaching a definite grace,
Resonant of a “Great Mass”
Meenas Poems 