How far? How far the goodness will survive? <br />Born to suffer, a troubled mind <br />was punished, for melting down. <br />Livid with revenge sun bleaches <br />the man made God, a personal anger. <br />Executioner was on the street <br />lighting bonfires of your principles. <br /> <br />A silent hope revolts, like green fire, <br />evergreen, possessing the pride spurts <br />of hot flames, as the age grows, <br />the grieving will stop, and when the borders sleep, <br />it will rise on the horizon, a new moon on <br />a majestic innocence <br />of pure hills in sky!<br /><br />Satish Verma<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/magestic-innocence/
