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The Burning Sun
Contributed by
seshendra
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Wednesday, 27th September 2017 @ 04:42:12 AM in AEST
Topic:
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THE BURNING SUN
I am the drop of sweat, I am the sun
Rising from the hills of human sinews,
Hearts are my friends
I live in the city of sufferings
Although in my fist, I hold an ocean of history
I sculptured man silently
Wings that carried birds
Did not bring them back;
I am drinking thick darkness
In the haunts of those forests
Which cry out in agony for the birds
That did not return;
Clutching at the garment woven of memories
I twine myself to the feet of my country.
Heads that were hanging to the trees
Smile as flowers today in the branches
Hearts that received the bullets
Ring in temples of our land like bells;
Blood of theirs nights squeezed and offered
By how many to bring forth this day;
They are hanging like icicles
On the ridges of our roofs;
Look, it is an iron fist I have;
I shall excavate the flame of light
From the rocks of time
I will set fire to the sleep of resisting centuries
To the rivers that run in passion after the sea
I cry halt, command them
To paint the colourless arid lands in green,
Invite back the smile which fled away
In terror from this land,
To the butterfly trudging hungrily for a flower
I shall give a garden
Come children, eat
Bits of nights dipping them in moonlight,
I shall not allow the sun to cheat this sacred day;
If he wakes not on the horizon of this land
I shall tear my burning heart
And put it in its place
With the scarlet of my living flesh
Illuminate the earth
I am the drop of sweat, I am the sun
Rising from the hills of human sinews
- Seshendra Sharma
http://seshendrasharma.weebly.com
https://www.facebook.com/GunturuSeshendraSharma/
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Re: The Burning Sun
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by Former_Member on
Thursday, 28th September 2017 @ 10:24:08 PM AEST
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fascinating and enchantingly spellbound
your words flow well with much virtual
reality, as though difficulties in life,
wrongs, disillusionment/s were
and are truly part of the fabric
in the nature of all things. Enlightenment
enshrined in a soul to share for this reason
placed up above like the burning sun
producing sweats, hot misery,
then joy, all from life of any kind.
Thank you for sharing the web links...
It is beautiful and vastly needed today!
Much can be learned from such wisdom
if one should try then perhaps the echo/'/s
in the forest will help others with their
struggles. Is this not the reason
to achieve enlightenment, since
we are all indeed a product of all
life, any and all beauty?
Peace! |
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