1. Good Friday
The temple veil’s torn apart;
There’s nothing else inside;
For God hangs upon a wooden cross;
His disciples have strayed aside.
The sun’s face is darkened;
‘Cause of deeds of mankind;
The earth also trembles;
At the sacrifice of its kind!
2. Woman Behold Thy Son
“Woman,
Behold Thy Son”
Cries
The voice of the One
Whom you had cradled
In your arms!
The face which you had caressed,
Is swollen and stained with blood!
The little hand which you had held,
Is pierced and nailed!
The body
Is broken and pierced!
They have
Hit Him with spikes and spears!
Yet, He Cries for you,
Woman, Blessed are you !
-Tapan Chakraborty
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