'Alms from Almighty' poem by A.Anish.

Alms from Almighty

The stench of syringe and the

Tears of inmates, incites

My eyes to realize the place.

Peals from the wheels of

Stretchers, and the laments

From the bloods of patients,

Empathizes my soul to feel.

The compassioned face of gambit,

Lying nigh to my cot,

Makes me to inquest it’s disquiet.

The sour grapes of my face,

Is not by the virtue of war

Nor epidemic, flood, famine.

As a result of love,

I’m the foster child of darkness,

The gambit of sacrifice,

For the sake of breath.

Martyring from the agony of chaos,

When heart conquests mind,

In the war of love.

Mind was driven by consciousness,

And intuitions, which says that

To desolate myself, and commence

A new journey of life.

Killed the heart of humanity,

By the cleaver of criticism.

Contemplating it as a sacrifice,

For the nurture of my life.

Bosom quests for plea, for

The greed of conscience.

Recital repleted the nightfall,

As the day shimmered the sky.

Eyes explored all over to discern

The face of the martyr.

Aghasted by it’s absence,

When it reached Her breast.

Bestowed him with malignant cancer,

For the encumbrance of his greeds.

Almighty accepts him, though

His realisation is defered.

-A.Anish.