Lakshya Somani, Class X A
“Upon the edge, an innocuous head,
Visible o’er the horizon.
A dangerous path, it did tread,
An evil plague hath scattered.
For a closer look, from the vantage,
Things did seem clearer,
The head appeared, mounted on a beast’s body,
The sight no longer remained dear.
The innocuous head, held in hand a bloodied weapon,
And in his trail, a bloody trail, did he fathom.
The skies dark, the ocean full of sharks,
The sun was completely blackened.
Upon this note, my pace hastened.
The beast, in a heated temperament,
For so was it reflected in the firmament.”
– Stop thee, I must pause you a second,
From thy story, what is thy hidden message?
“For thee it is that I foretell the inevitable,
For I foresee the future, for I ken trouble,
‘tis growing larger day by day, this bubble,
Destined to burst soon, destined for judgement.
Neither the mark of Cane, nor Christ’s blessings,
Will save thee from oblivion.”
What thou quoth, what meaning thy words hold?
What reason we face judgement, what has been, what will be?
“I quoth the truth and nothing else, every word symbolic for another,
We all are stuck in a world, where brother destroys brother,
The innocuous head stands for a human, the beast for his nature,
The weapon for his humanity, the blood of his brothers.”
