A poet laments

In the hush of heavens, divine silence rings, Gods and goddesses, with muted wings, I gaze back in anger, with a sense of dismay, At a time when harmony lit our way.

Cows grazed freely, in meadows they'd roam, As twilight descended, they'd find their home, Oh, how it pains me, to see those days lost, Divine silence now, at a heavy cost.

In the realm of devas, quiet prevails, As the world below faces myriad travails, And Krishna, your smile in frames and shrines, Leaves me pondering, in these uncertain times.

Have you set aside blessings for a chosen few? Or will your grace embrace all, old and new? It pains me deeply, this divine refrain, In a world where love and hope should reign.

~Dr Intaj Malek