Would A Messiah Be Reborn!

There are eagles

Down on the walk

In disguise

Bitting a few 

In tiny halves

Swallowing some

Quite raw

Their mighty claws

Clip the Innocent wings,

Rob them of their sanctity

O'Lord, with their heavy laughter

They are ready again

For the next hop

Red swollen eyes

With filth and greed

Glance rapidly

In all directions

Fearful souls

Desperate for refuge

Quite unaware

Of their notions.

Air is panicky

Hisses and cries all around

Compassion and ethics

Die in traps

In fog and anguish

Lost is the visibility and

Eagles, over-embellished

In biting, swallowing

Crush peace and rest

Under their clumsy claws

Struggling souls

Not knowing what to adopt

Or how to run off

As the eagle's reach

 Is wide and deep

And their flights

More abrupt and steep

Uncertainty and unrest

Is the new phenomenon

The survival has now

Questions to ask

Seeing all the chaos

I am silent in my own shell.

My hands are clasped

Lips zipped

I burn day and night

Cold sweat from my body's pores

Gives me a shiver

Deep down my spine

I am desperate to change

Poisons to medicine

But Alas! 

All species of similar characteristics

Fly in flocks and

Dance with eagles

Forming wind cyclones 

In my garden, everywhere

In these awful moments

I feel aghast

Would a Messiah 

Be reborn in a trice

And appease the winds again

Would cool breezes inoculate

Vigour In withered flowers

Would scary bees feel 

The warmth of compassion 

Would my garden 

Regain its old glory,

Refreshing and Vibrant 

Forming spectra of colours

How much I wish

The smiles, the freedom

Be back with tender majesty

My garden, my paradise

Blooms with radiance

Gently caressing 

The wounded souls

And liberty be the realm

In all the direction of universe......