The souls opened

Their viscera to check up

If there is any life left in at all!

As punished by their own pupils

The eyes were piercing

Into the sky

With an appeal to open

The heavens so that

The archaic earth

Would be fixed for ever!

How long the partially

Living souls can live here,

As were held up in an asylum

Where the enemies

In number are multiplying

To capture the world

And to craft it as their haven;

The spirit from the above,

Highly angry and powerful

Scarcely allow the defeat

Of His children’s life,

And sent the military to

Motivate and complete

The souls to begin the war

And close it in victory;

The ships of Noah from

The oceans below are

Arriving to the shores

Of the lovely land to

Load up the children’s rooms

Of vivid nature,

And leaving the emptiness

To prison the evil;

Naught to worry absolutely

About the omitted treasures!

Staple food, sacred cloths,

And lively houses and precious

Riches available in plenty

In the heavens for all!

Now, no pains of life and prison

Yet, blessed to rest in peace and joy

For endless and Time less time!

                    - R K CHOWDARY