The fate of ayodhya
The light of a million diyas is yet not enough,
To light up every soul
As from the forest abode, from the holy wood,
Lord Rama returns home
The lights are lit, the prayers offered
But behold the spreading dark
Ayodhya drowns in a river so black
Leaving behind no singing hummingbird, no prosperous lark
The cries of the cracker, so deafeningly loud
Choke the struggling cries of mankind
As monsters disguised behind a veil so thick
Enwrap everything in sight
That choking child, the howling dog
Who looks for silence to hide
When cruelty shall emerge victorious
As gasping for breath, humanity dies
Even the cages that bind us now
Even the mask that covers my face
Is now contaminated,
For there’s no way out of this hazardous maze
Oh Rama! Oh my Lord!
Bless us with some light
My city seems so blindingly dark
Where shall we go to hide?
By- Zara Javed
She is a very voracious writer who finds poetry to be her thing. She is also very passionate about dance, (a Kathak dancer), music and acting, and runs a couple of social media projects like a own small business and a journaling page with more than 5.4K followers.
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