Then By What Impulse … 0206-2k13

Then by what impulse the crazy hath Girdled them selves with hell's wrath Washed, trimmed, broken last bread Ablutions done and prayers said In vacant eyes the devil’s dance gnome, sprite and demons prance to them the virtuous virgins appear in twisted rants, been made clear in a distant heartless gaze, is set the wonton fury of death beset they know the fold, of a holy light no smile or pain nor scattered blight as they walk up to a mundane life in a flash meant for an ugly strife a kid there eyeing a melon ripe hurrying woman for her child’s gripe old man bent under gathered wood Watchman shaded under flimsy hood Bikes stand helper pulling a chain bearded mullah at a holiness feign then Lucifer’s cue, a horrific boom for life to thrive is left no room implode explode is one big mess blood flows ample to mix in a cess visions of rapture? a rainbow ascent? tears and death in dungeon’s descent shred up gore is the burden of earth The love and life in a tore up hearth in shards of metal and sorrow, sent To unholy thoughts and acts is lent original 02nd Jun,2k13 Islamabad. (first couplet fixed as per prof: SBNs directive)