Wrath And Fury
By Meher Gandhi
Storms crystallized in the middle of destruction,
The sun set not to see the fight.
The wrath and fury, the furious junction,
Have all led to this furious night.
The leaves that flew,
Now come to flowers that bloom.
The puddles on the road,
Give birth to rising gloom.
The moment is nearing,
When it’ll all be gone unknown.
The crowd is not jeering,
For everybody here is alone.
The fire’s blaze, the rising tide,
Glow and flow away from your gaze.
The crossing roads, the dead grass,
Will wait for you for nights and days.
And everyday will pass once again,
Reminding you of the cruel acts went in vain,
Every night will pass cold,
Watch God’s wrath unfold.
Be kind to everybody. Just be kind.
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