Mercy
Mercy
Is the only word my lips open to speak?
Truth,
Is the only word that haunts me!
Your hallucinations every time and everywhere are seen by me. Your shrilling cries, give me sleepless nights
In this tiny prison cell,
I shudder at the thought of that night.
The night on which I committed a bloody sin
I killed you.
In spite of your mother not letting me to
I want mercy!
O’ God hear my plea
O’ my child,
What if you were a girl?
I should have loved you, kissed and cherished you.
But I ended your short- lived life.
Now, I only ask for mercy.
Mother Ganges.
Reverend mother,
Your kindness is uninterrupted
You endure as you fill our huts with plenty to eat.
Your water is a blessing
Turning us into hard working men
Your touch purifies our impure souls. …show more content…
O’ daughter of the northern mountains!
O’ great mother of the Indian plains!
We, your sons, have disregarded you.
You, the epitome of purity, is no more pure.
We have left you to deal with calumny.
We have incurred your wrath,
As you flood our hearths
Angst surges through your elegant body.
O’ Mother! What have we done?
Annihilating our life- giver
Annihilating our savior
Her
Hers is a dream, dreamt not by many.
Hers is a wish to enjoy the fruits of liberty.
To them she is an unfathomable excuse, worthy of bigotry.
Hers is a conscience fed by graciousness.
Hers is a want, a want of recognition.
To them, her freedom is a liability.
Hers is a devoted soul.
Hers is a heart valued in gold.
To them, her ego seems childish.
Hers is a desire to succeed.
Hers is a glimmer, a glimmer of hope.
To them she is a woman, nothing
Mercy
Is the only word my lips open to speak?
Truth,
Is the only word that haunts me!
Your hallucinations every time and everywhere are seen by me. Your shrilling cries, give me sleepless nights
In this tiny prison cell,
I shudder at the thought of that night.
The night on which I committed a bloody sin
I killed you.
In spite of your mother not letting me to
I want mercy!
O’ God hear my plea
O’ my child,
What if you were a girl?
I should have loved you, kissed and cherished you.
But I ended your short- lived life.
Now, I only ask for mercy.
Mother Ganges.
Reverend mother,
Your kindness is uninterrupted
You endure as you fill our huts with plenty to eat.
Your water is a blessing
Turning us into hard working men
Your touch purifies our impure souls. …show more content…
O’ daughter of the northern mountains!
O’ great mother of the Indian plains!
We, your sons, have disregarded you.
You, the epitome of purity, is no more pure.
We have left you to deal with calumny.
We have incurred your wrath,
As you flood our hearths
Angst surges through your elegant body.
O’ Mother! What have we done?
Annihilating our life- giver
Annihilating our savior
Her
Hers is a dream, dreamt not by many.
Hers is a wish to enjoy the fruits of liberty.
To them she is an unfathomable excuse, worthy of bigotry.
Hers is a conscience fed by graciousness.
Hers is a want, a want of recognition.
To them, her freedom is a liability.
Hers is a devoted soul.
Hers is a heart valued in gold.
To them, her ego seems childish.
Hers is a desire to succeed.
Hers is a glimmer, a glimmer of hope.
To them she is a woman, nothing