Grant It Not

Oh ! God…
That magnificent Palace,
If “Pandemonium” for me,
Grant it not, though I pray for it.

That Fruit of knowledge,
If bitters my “taste”,
Bestow it not, though I long for it.

That light of wisdom,
If darkens my heart,
Hold it back, though I hope for it.

That ethereal sight,
If turns “Lucifer”
Ward me off, and hide me in “celestial” pit.

This ignorance, if alone enough
To cherish thy glory and will,
Accord me nothing else!

O! “ Cherubim “ come and take
The key of my imagination
If being deserted it !!

Rate the poem
1 Star2 Stars3 Stars4 Stars5 Stars (2 votes, average: 3.50 out of 5)
We are posting your rating...

Have something to say about the poem?

Profile photo of KKV PERINGOTTUKARA

KKV PERINGOTTUKARA

Signup / Login to follow the poet.
KKV PeringottukaraOfficial Name : K.K. VENUGOPALAN.Employed in M/s. J.M. BAXI & CO., Bhavnagar, Gujarat – India, as - Asst.General Manager (Branch Head) Edu.Qlfn : M.A. E-Lit., PG Dip in Biz.Mgmt, Dip. in Eng.Journ.Have fascination for Literature, mainly poetry. Writing Poems & Articles in various periodicals – both Malayalam & English. Published Three books of Poems in Malayalam (Jaithrayathra, Thenthullikal & Punarjjani). Belonging to Kerala State, Peringottukara, Trichur Dist.Wife : Radha Venugopal, Daughter : Viji Nithin, Son : Sujith Venugopal
Poems you will love

Give your feedback / review for the poem

Be the First to Comment & Review poem!

Notify of
avatar
wpDiscuz

Not That Type Of Poem

Not That Type Of Poem long poem

Sorry death But I’m going to cheat on you With life that is She’s too beautiful With her crisp fresh air days And her sun filled rays In this poem This girl lives for another day I finally wake up

I Fear Not

I Fear Not short poem

As I leave this world, I worry not. I’ll simply move on to the next. I’ve been to many places will be to many more. What we see is not all there is. Realms upon realms there truly be. Existence

I Am Not

I Am Not short poem

Time capsule in gangrene foot. It was madness of the legs. There were no sins in the ghetto. Only illicit distillation and girls changing the beds. It stinks when he says he was god. What was the ism of the

I Am Not

I Am Not short poem

Time capsule in gangrene foot. It was madness of the legs. There were no sins in the ghetto. Only illicit distillation and girls changing the beds. It stinks when he says he was god. What was the ism of the

Need Not Suffer

Need Not Suffer short poem

The tears were walking along with laughter. My face was roasted. The fish-men were moving the political wheels. As the chaos was widening, the humming birds started to depart. And the seeds were catching fire from anonymous snipers. The candle