Soul Cleanser Poem by Shanika marini Paul

Soul Cleanser

Burnished I stand upon my goal’
Ye! it doth smile so grimly.
Mine! the voice so loud
Equaled by a soul to hunt:

All who seek peace and gain;
Must remain yet, victories dame.
For no power doth harbor right
Or empower memories sight.

Sick art thou my mighty peer
Who doth not know a frightened ear
That never forgets the sound so clear,
Of a dying mother who seeks her dear

Thy vexed spirit now yearns a bow,
When thou act doth pierce above,
The wrath of God so mighty
The pain of mortals unitedely

What’s thy goal?
I ask thee clear!
To curse thy soul,
Upon a tear?

Nay awake! thou art cruel,
Words and deeds never to be fooled.
Cleanse thy soul, oh evil one
Endure thee not the cursed tongue.
By
Shanika Paul
From Ode to humanity”
U/graduate BA English(OUSL) , ADIE(UK) , ACIE(OUSL) , DIP; AMI/PSY(Cambridge) Trained Teacher