The Unsung Psalm

Victories must go on
to last...
each arm of mine grows
ten armoured plates.
It should not be
a concerning matter,
how unfairly judgemental
have been my nocturnal days.

Unasked, the unwieldy sickle should
become a valiant godly hand;
the heart be governed
by a stable mind process;
improvising thrones
from thorns,
crowns from crests
of turbulent waves.


Geeta Chhabra

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