Sunday, January 15, 2023

"SONG OF THE GORGONS"

Till dawn, Till Dusk

The gorgons sing

To the flaxen sun below

Their spite towards a rove

Their eyes see nothing but stone

Their Soul alone, in pain they moan


Till dawn, Till dusk 

The gorgons sing


In power, they weep, they solemn cry

They phony sanctimony, They hold their soul insider

Hidden love, buried inside

For the monster loathes all life...


Born in grains of bones, Pools of blood

Forced to kill or die

Doth thy knoweth

Why the serpent cries 

Adinath G Menon

Class VIII

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