[180] Bleeding Temple

Thy yard is no longer golden!

Trampled, frenzied rush, by votaries

Mine eyes have seen the glory

Torn apart now by zealots, mindless!

The golden temple has been lacerated

Like unruly clouds chase the wind

Could you heal up a bleeding heart?

Orchestrated such filthy on thine floor!

With aquiline nose, you smelled bad

Ye not iffy with the perpetrators?

Dirty clothes are used for erasing

Infamies! Souls lay bare, nudity

Uncivilized cruelty? No tolerance?

Such madness in multiples is rare

Like a disease, infectious, spreads

Every house sparkles with the minimum

The spirit is limitless; the nightful

Revelry on the festival has routed deep

Fathom by humans is well neigh rootless

Yes, outwardly, we are beside ourselves

Its gold yard has been bloodstain’d

Histrionic, so to say, fans rapidly

Not self-taught! Self-deprecation is needed

To save or sever ties banks on thee

Oh, Goddess! Thou observe and stand silent?

©Basudev Paul

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