Mahabharata - Poem by Kojo Owusu
The world wanders in ruins -
Evanescent wonders seven - incessantly inundated
By tortous roars
The seven seas converge at the edge
Pulse on the waves to the
Where in the ancient temple
The scroll is unrolled
I will cruise on the pursuit
To the sacred ganges
Where the river will gurgle the eternal songs.
Decked with epic grandeur
I have to wander from shore to shore
I have to plunge into strange depths
Be blinded by alien motes
For the voice etched on rocks.
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