The Submission........

(c) Shilpa Sandesh




Wounded like a deer,
She lay on the wet grass,
Ripped apart,
Torn into pieces,
Bitten into fragments,
By the wolves and fiends;

Her soul is a feast,
To countless nightmares,
She runs for escape,
From the bestial beasts,
Sleeping in fear,
that rules her mind;

Her inner self is shaken,
trembled, benumbed,
Callous and dazed,
Exploited and corrupted,
By the materialistic world,
Disinterested and selfless,
Dispassionate to live;

Tired she stands,
Incapable to face,
The filthy bunch,
Of dishonest and crooked selves,
She gazes upon,
The wide open sky,
And submits herself,
To the One Spirit !

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