Poezja

Law of causality was 
seeking answers from the 
rites of flowers. Why do a black powder 
and glass sharpnels interrupt 
the turnover of bliss, 
when I held the sacred 
lotus in my hand? 
 
Somebody brings moon 
at halt. A loud explosion prepares 
the earth for penance, where 
we have come raising the bar. 
Apparently, a carnage 
will deluge the street 
with the blood of bystanders. 
 
The planet is dead today 
in the belly of violence. 
You catch me off the guard. 
All night I will go for vigil.