POEM

Victory Eternal

I confront

I contend

I triumph

I prevail

Then my glory

In the Beginning Glory Shinning unto eternal Day!

Awake Glorious Dawn

He has eyes for darkness Throwing light market

Into throes of blindness

As he harvests barrage of storms In his burning barn

Blast off this rock of darkness

And let penitence light

Devour the coven of death

And raze down blazing affliction oven To the flame of polar ice

Wake up exquisite petals of liberty Explode flame of your flowering sun In this grace and favour season

Burn to death the lions of death Roaring darkness at glorious dawn It is sunrise of golden freedom Make way for unchained liberty!

Victory On Wings Of Hope

On the rumbustious Night

With fiery still voice on its wings Saw a man selling dainty bread His face dripping insane venom We fell in love with his article

But his toxic visage chased away The vultures on the carcass

It’s morning of glory

But the owls are flying the day Courage arise on your fiery wings And devour the Night Faith-eagle soar above The voluminous burning valleys And let hopeful heart Bring down the proud mountains It’s crystal morning on the dark Night Ride on to victory my intrepid soul Welcome the glory of the Day Never again to be overcome by the Night. Tough Turf Born a moon to the stars galaxy. All kings obeisance made to the Crown. All lights navigating the dark Shore with the booming transcendental Light of a red flower in the dark day. Thunder of this singular show sunrise Ravenously devouring the darkness doom. The tilapias are wailing after the shark To overthrow her majesty in the aquatic Splendor of sublimity. But Pontius Pilate Proved the divine will, insisting that “what I have Written I have written”, though gory bitterness Of death like ominous shadow be. Say it not son Of Belial that any eraser can take away the Moon. Crab is not the owner of the waters but the fish! Major-domo

The eye of the sun hot red, the moon and the stars shedding tears, as the chief servant lashing whips on the lesser’s servants bony buttocks.

A golden Labrador on patrol, barking in shrill and shriek voices howling rage of battalion rebellions shooting dissonances into the wind, coloring the sky with danger red dust.

Hearts of love, deserting the market square hate in trade fair and bazaar of iniquity.

Gory rivers cascading into furore of perfidy in dark midnight expression and pitiless sensations!

Dressed in mess color cloud, our dreams and hopes, unripe fruits become, dropping from mother tree in quick succession.

Amidst the oppression garden, a very tall holy tree grows to heaven, blowing fire to the sky and earth, burying impure clouds in the abyss of poisonous graves.

Chief servant dead! endless end rivers of joy flows triumph on wings of immortal glory.