Poem
The Divine Comedy
Whence this Tragedy
Alas! The orb of brilliant gold will soon exit the heavens vast,
And will, without a tinge of mercy this realm of humans cast,
Into the deep and diabolic virulent chasm of eternal night,
Where the bipeds will witness their own macabre sight.
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All that sinister broth they cooked in the cauldrons of their heart,
Will then with bloodied claws of steel and spikes be ripped apart,
And the night will splash the palpitating heavens with bloodied tears,
Of the humans, strangling themselves with their own unholy fears.
The misfit, without a thought, flung from him the blessings he was given!
And let himself be crushed and bound head the feet by sordid evil driven!
Without a grain of shame, he extinguished himself, his own divine light!
To plunge headlong of his own accord, into the boiling acid of the night!
Of what goodness can this diabolic birth be to his own accurséd race!
What a bloodied sight! Bereft of all humans signs, his disfigured evil face.
Oh! Providence! What a putrefaction of justice have You to us brought?
Indeed! undeniable, I say, it is, it is you that to us this predicament brought.
Mantralayam Srinath
17.09.2024
