Post #4876

We have fought a battle, a long long ago. We might have won, but in pale yellow burnt scripts, there isn't any Trace, Though we believe, we utterly, dearly keep Faith In it's victory, and for it did win for our fate. I remember them saying, 'Through it's virtue God brought us Morals. And to continue we shall act upon our deeds, correct what one feels.' Never really did they emphasized on Ethics, As in pale yellow burnt scripts they might have found some invisible trace's of ink. And it might have said to them, ' Through what you believe, comes enactment of your deed, here's a path, don't bend,walk straight, here are rules, don't break, walk straight' And onwards and ahead, With God's sheer-sheer Grace, we Shall keep moving. As it says For them, Their God, Is pale yellow scripts. For me Mine somewhere else exists And when from afar afar, I ask him to take me away, He then silently maybe replies, In pale yellow burns, you carve me And then, just then, To you ,in their invisible Traces, might seem my smiles Until then, Believe them. Walk straight, don't bend, Here is your path keep on the chase. #review #sans #poetry