Rhythmic Sunday – Suchetana Biswas

The Autumn Grace and Madness

For Terror is Thy name,
Death is in Thy breath,
And every shaking step
Destroys a world for e’er.
The lolled gold tongue, touched I,
My fingers absorbed the divine ecstasy ,
I took the startling goodness in ,on a godly morning ,
Mystery and history, that the gold hold, is undiscovered,
Not the wisdom and power though , not the eternal sublimity
Of the four hands ,the tongue ,the scimitar.
I see the vibrant eyes, has care and rage in,
And with Her Love, she’d untie us, set us free,
Free, from all the decayed tactics of the world,
From the pretentious and superficial beliefs,
Her Wisdom, would show us the path of true light
The path of ethereal truth.
For they adorn you with gems and gold ; chant tough,
Do they reside above all others?
Mother, what is there inside the chants?-I will not learn,
I will learn Thy Grace, I want to, not the chants
I embrace you in my own way , mother,
Will you not step into my putrid house, and
Touch the walls and bed?- Inscribe the holiness in,
Your seraphic smile, The Fire in your eyes, salvation of the mankind ,
Your vibrant three eyes, The Moon, The Sun, The Fire,
You create the universe, you destroy it, you rebuild it,
You take away all the sorrow of people, set them free.
You had the bloods of bad ; you destroy it all,
Your mad dance, to destroy all the evil deities
Your long hair, lolled red tongue,
And you at the verge , to swallow the universe and the bad ;
Your rage, your anger would set the world on The Fire ,
O Mother, the wild you, the wild dance for happiness’s sake
Happiness to the eternity , and the ultimate dark
Would turn to The light ; you’re calm again
And again your care, Oh dear!
Mother, they celebrate you when autumn’s new moon comes up ;
All the stormy cloud departs, to let the autumn cluster cloud step in
And now the world is pure , free from the dross ,
The world would now smile, feel the October, the November
Smell the flowers and would drink the rapture’s elixir.
For that darkness stopped by, for a while ; now but
Her Love, and The light would rule hereafter,
The Time has come.
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