A Sonnet

Artist: Niranjan Guha

My body is as an altar marred,
By a strange fire that all has scarred.
My mind is a ruin of thoughts broken,
Shattered old splendour not to be spoken.

Old powers arrayed as shadows stand,
A witness to spectacle they don’t understand.
For the One unseen by gods and men,
Has hoisted life to a higher ken.

Men are blind and the gods in disarray, 
None shall enter this dire field and play.
Fallen, I yet hold aloft my flaming faith,
Await the Mother to transmute this sheath.

This spot of earthly ground I shall hold,
For Her to burnish it to a shining gold.