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Poetry

Arshad Khan

Volume: 

3

2019-04-01

Issue:

2

God's Wrath 

The moon tells me with her frightening smile; 

I glance up the sky with unwanted crime. 

Something scaring and thunderous time; 

Make us feel of God's threatening rime. 


Warn the humans of Doom's Day; 

Where the sinners mercilessly slay. 

Each crime experiences its bearless pain; 

And the existence of humans will end in vain. 


Evils of hell will raise their hands; 

To call the offenders to sing their bands. 

The wrath of God will take fierce flame; 

No compassion no mercy will claim. 


God's grandeur once again accumulate; 

And a peaceful painless world create.

About the Poet

Arshad khan, born in Darbhanga of Bihar, is working as an assistant professor in J N College (Madhubani). Besides, he is a research scholar and doing his research on William Wordsworth and Robert Frost.

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