Holy Lotus Poem by Sathya Narayana
Holy Lotus
HOLY LOTUS
Inner rooms reek, leak; façade flaunts,
minds grind teeth; faces smile,
lips speak niceties and brows burlesque!
Base traits became thus basics!
Call it culled sins; or His whim...
littered Himalayans, shattered shrines;
graffiti on walls stand as stark witnesses!
Whittled virtues; whistling vices
where lead the humanity?
From this mire of sanctimony
can ever bloom the holy Lotus?
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5/1/2024 8:47:51 AM # 1.0.0.1119
wowwwwwwwwwwwwwwww i lovvvvvvvvvvv vit choicest words here very good write satya A++++++and 10+++ goes to my fav list anjali