Friday 3 July 2015

I POETREE: PIUSHA SINGH'S PAGE: Rubble Trouble









Rubble trouble


Idly  sat with a hypnotizing
smile amidst the rubble trouble,
unshaken by the bawl of
the panicking crowd, neither
by the frenzy earth,enlightened.
Silent prayers of  the poor
animals heard eventually
at the alter for blood sacrifice,
were God’s bribed in crimson
since decades for human prosperity.
Undeterred by the trouble,still they
lit a lamp wiping the blood spilled
during the holy human sacrifice
by the nature, to please the unknown,
belief’s  conned again in fear and greed .
Valiantly she gathered the intact
bricks and rocks to erect her castle
of clouds over the wobbly terrain
filled with rickety bones of left over
after the creepy crawly’s mega-festival.
BY
PIUSHA SINGH



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