Horror of Living
Chakra Acharya
Washington, USA
Washington, USA
A passel of greyhounds have concealed in the hovel of termites;
Ah,the blossom of garden- broken and wounded with appalling bites.
In the hovel of termites are the passel of evil greyhounds-
I see nothingness in the hub of meadows, but the heated wounds;
Pinching and piercing into the chest of Her like the ironed arrow-
Fettering,wincing and taking in the deer’s bow.
Where is the windup of arrow’s pain?
Where is the end of grenade’s lane?
Where is the extreme of wild dread and where is the bound of grotty drama?
Where did we bypass the apostle like Dalai lama?
Where is the end of havoc and where is the end of killings?
Where are the instruments of thought for humanity and heart of feelings?
Where does humanity outflows?
When lightless dark generocity dimly glow…!