By Parul Jain
The sinister calm and the preposterous wind,
Surrounded by souls with an uncanny tint!
The monsters with a wry smile,
Achievers with efforts futile,
Touching the feet of Satan and glorifying devils,
Unaware of the rise in evil and it’s perils!
Some whispered prayer remains unanswered,
Where are we heading, I just pondered!
The rain of truth to wash away the filth of malice,
Is still hidden in the clouds somewhere in disguise!
Till then we all will sit and pay the price,
Coz comfort and selfishness, with that we suffice!
Who will pick up the weapons of faith,
Who will emerge victorious with no fear of berate,
Till then we can only hope and sit at the altar,
Wait for the KALKI to rise, our inner avatar!!!!