That rain make it vain,
If thee won't get drenched in thou sigh.
That pain hath no gain,
If thee won't utter a cry.
For every hymn that asks for a life,
Hath gone through the agony remained ossified.
Which blaze those Flames possess,
If it won't turn your little heart into ashes inside.
Of which smoke does the flames not abyss,
If it won't smother your soul inside.
For Satan enjoys every whiff of smoke,
Of the burns that led a noble soul die.
None would hath feared of nightmares,
If thou dreams never got ravished.
None would hath clouds of thoughts and fear,
If thou faith never got ripped, in the midst.
For after every bliss swayed in an eye,
Hath somewhere got crushed in the claw of its blink.
Its thou art to sail the ship of honor and pride,
As only a might cam slide upon the ray of light.
If thee care and bear to face thou fear,
Even thou love would never ebb to limn thou valor.
For all prayers are granted,
If thou calls are sincere.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
When vice [Satan] strikes your wheel, you get snuffed into the ashes of sins.
And due to your sins, when adversity hops over you,
You automatically get molded in d wheel of worshiping.
In short, no one comes to God's home lest they have underwent some miseries.
And bliss and sorrows are the two flips of a coin.
For, as i mentioned in the poem;
When a bliss sways in the eyes, that means some sorrow is already following its way to crush it with the hard blink of the eyes.
Comments about this poem (Obnoxious Hymns by Rakshita Gupta )
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