He said: “Be not afraid” when nobody believed her
“Whole life is only pain and Brahma’s will with it,
As peace could dwell just there on the celestial river
Of afterlife that waits to wash our busted feet”
And judge who counted beads looked furious and nervous
For every word was lash, for every tear was scorn
The governor was set for slavish better service
But verdict was defined before they blew the horn
The lovers were in chains and spits of hundred gapers
The envious servile crowd threw stones onto their cage
Within their tied up hands were lotus and the paper
The dreadful gift of rite from hands of weeping sage
The saber dance of death was circling around them
Unconquered they still looked into each other’s eyes
Red dew has poured like rain on petals of the flower
And fallen from the hands that fluttered subtle bines
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The Blood Rained Lotus
© Copyright: Ардаллион, 2017
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