Posted by: Ron DuBour | July 12, 2014

SCRIPTURES~by Indira Sadanandan




Before it was nothing
It remained silent
No existence of any kind
As a rose plant
Starts it’s blooming
One by one
Everything came into being
It was a real cultivation
Immovable and movable lives
Rushed into the vastness of
Day and night, like in a magic
Magician creates birds
Out of his hat
Endlessly comes out of his mouth
Coins currencies gold,like desires
He cuts bodies into pieces and
Rejoins it into human
In the end of his magic
He folds his carpet
Closes his bag with wonders in
Quits the scene
All the scenic effects are gone
Cain and Abel fought
Cain killed Abel
Kurukshethra, China ,Iraq ,again
Man to man
Man to woman
Women and children-prey
The farmer
His land
He himself became commodities
Every one is a NRI
In one’s own house
The tip of a pen is meant
Only for writing

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