I HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY
I have nothing to say or write more except the goals of souls
Derailed from the tracks of humanitarian accords
Monitored by the materialistic bodies of earth
In the dockyards of money flow.
Pictures of morrows carved in the hearts of richness
Coming to surface with enveloped mottos
Verifying the supremacy of God’s existence
In the purified papers of pretended Gods and Goddesses
Oceans of order searching cavities of mountains and valleys
Troubling the beauty of unknown world of known myths.
With or without colours of monuments , drawn contents
Linking to many devils ruling world of money matters.
Let me have a heart in the middle of my remained culture
Opened to the world of unknown agonies
Sorrows of morrows paying rewards to the merchants
Of Venice, no drops of blood from Indian Souls.
Seeds of bottom make fruits of top and fruits of top make seeds of bottom. Bottom to go up and top to come down. Ring out the Old Bad and Ring in the new Good.
I have nothing to write more © 3 years ago, Madhu Pattiath Ambalapuram