Hues Of Crimson

The future beholds imperturbability of the deeply scented tint of bliss,

But within the present, we are in a state of utter turmoil

That compels Mother Earth to reminisce…

As she recalls the antiquated and gravely imprinted memories,

That reverberates the profound voices of her conscience,

Tears like limpid pearls drizzled from her wet, glinting eyes

To the gory land lathered with crimson blood and plunged with defiance.

Here are Humans embedded with an intricate tantrum,

That scotches the peaceful, pacified souls in a fit of the phantom.

Gradually the hue of Crimson changes to the pale ones,

And as ominous as a Sin ‘twas.

With ethics shedding, endearment attenuating and tranquility lessening with the perpetuating trail of pale crimson,

Time like a ravishing and seraphic messenger of mercy endeavors to flee itself from the prison.

A prison of Hatred, Enmity, Derision, Dissension, and Deception,

For they are the devilish elements of the present in reflection.

But out of a sudden, a scintilla of hope and optimism

sways its flair igniting an aura of phosphorescence and sanguineness,

Thus it alters the pale blood to a shimmering and sacred crimson portraying Divine Oneness

Hence, Cultivating Love among Crimson Hearts galore,

Breaching boundaries to forge new frontiers,

dismantling discrimination and ceasing abhor.

At last, we yearn for a future where men perceive

Tenderness as their sole responsibility,

Where Love knows no boundary,

And where all the disgrace is paltry…