Virgin dawn to be seen
Though they have cut short your blooming youth
Interned you in the womb of chinars
The blazing chinars will engulf them
And leave not a rack behind!
In the insane lustful race to Conquer the ultimate citadel of power,
They will stumble on hornet’s nest.
Who will drag them to the pit where all arrogance of power lies buried.
Power’s hands are ripped apart by the scissors of time
The ignorant gloss it over by idols and isms
The lunatics delude themselves with ever lasting power
But we shall see the Virgin dawn you dreamt of
Cleansed of all dross and dirt,
Not as delusion but as promised by Eternity.
Poet is Professor at Department of English, University of Kashmir, Srinagar.
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