Daivame
The rivers have sung a powerful song
A song of fury
The song that echoed even in the mountain peaks
One with red flames
The rivers have kept it in its womb
And when the song arrived
Rivers, the mothers whispered words of anger
and tunes of war into its tender but willing ears
The world waited for it as if for the coming of the spring
And those who heard it;
some died on the spot
some resurrected
many forgot themselves
The priest crossed himself
The God Almighty smiled to himself
I kept on looking at the reflection in the ocean!
poem by Meenu Alex
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