Moment of the Mortals
By Abhishek Pandey
The bellowing tempest rampages on,
Poseidon's wrath hath azured the hamlets.
All their solemn endeavors lie, forlorn,
And sinister Death, the keen scythe he whets.
Oh! These suffering mortals and their plight!
Doth it not move thee, Oh my Gracious Lord?
Revelries of the malevolent night,
Their prayers speak of despair, but lie ignored.
Thy passion is bemired by apathy,
And this solitary lapse of reason,
Visage of obscure equanimity,
Are these mortals guilty of treason?
Such firm repose in this malefic time?
"Bask in the moment, for it shall sublime..."
Poseidon's wrath hath azured the hamlets.
All their solemn endeavors lie, forlorn,
And sinister Death, the keen scythe he whets.
Oh! These suffering mortals and their plight!
Doth it not move thee, Oh my Gracious Lord?
Revelries of the malevolent night,
Their prayers speak of despair, but lie ignored.
Thy passion is bemired by apathy,
And this solitary lapse of reason,
Visage of obscure equanimity,
Are these mortals guilty of treason?
Such firm repose in this malefic time?
"Bask in the moment, for it shall sublime..."
Author's Note: A stoic dialogue that brings forth the wrath of Poseidon, the Greek God of water.
This piece is a novice attempt at 'Shakespearean Sonnet'. It is in iambic pentameter with 10 syllables per line.
It follows a rhyme scheme of a-b-a-b-c-d-c-d-e-f-e-f-g-g.
This piece is a novice attempt at 'Shakespearean Sonnet'. It is in iambic pentameter with 10 syllables per line.
It follows a rhyme scheme of a-b-a-b-c-d-c-d-e-f-e-f-g-g.
Abhishek Pandey
AP alias 'The Pandemonium' is a rather irregular person with his own way with words, he tweaks and bends giving them soul. Poetry and Philosophy being two of his greatest passions, solitude remains his greatest companion.
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