The Soul of a Sage
The soul of a Sage is immersed in meditation.
Messiahs prophesy life beyond the scope of bindings.
A Pharaoh stays with his phantom of lies!
Dried leaves dipped in muddy water splash his name everywhere!
He fails to print out the nests of firebirds.
Spiders of yesteryears weave a web of collusion.
Nostradamus was not wrong with his predictions.
Life flows in the bullied valleys of vacuousness.
Sinister sisters fib out a few tales of their fantasy.
The blink of a Captain limits him beyond the scope of bindings.
Notions of the dark Angels work beyond the wonders.
I smile at them for no reason.
Love yields a few roses blossoming in the middle of the thick forest.
Fragrance sinks in the blues of yesteryears.
Arise! A dystopian heaven and its immaculate heart stays in the vicinity.
We live with noisy scenes of love lit dome.
(Copyright: ©Mangalaprathaban Muralidharan, January 21,2024)
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