( Revisiting Hell...)
Wealth on Streets
Stared at,by,
Uncovered bodies
begging alongside.
Garlands of skulls
And wreaths to follow
Accessorizing lifestyle.
Gardens where plants drip red
Irrigated by fresh blood
Yielding nectar of sorrow.
Plush locomotive on streets
Colliding with rickety transport
Flood of abuses.
Dried rivers, alongside
Ponds of bloody spit
We drinking our own tears.
Human-dog ruckus
Fight over food
Animals win.
Foetus nurtured in Garbage
Growing up to avenge
And be called a traitor.
This is Satan's workshop,
Renovated by 'God'.
The Devil has moved out,
But God remains
Celebrating 'Evil'.
(End of journey)
Wealth on Streets
Stared at,by,
Uncovered bodies
begging alongside.
Garlands of skulls
And wreaths to follow
Accessorizing lifestyle.
Gardens where plants drip red
Irrigated by fresh blood
Yielding nectar of sorrow.
Plush locomotive on streets
Colliding with rickety transport
Flood of abuses.
Dried rivers, alongside
Ponds of bloody spit
We drinking our own tears.
Human-dog ruckus
Fight over food
Animals win.
Foetus nurtured in Garbage
Growing up to avenge
And be called a traitor.
This is Satan's workshop,
Renovated by 'God'.
The Devil has moved out,
But God remains
Celebrating 'Evil'.
(End of journey)
4 comments:
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have always liked what you write..this is one of your best till date...out of the necessities or boundaries of rhyme and reason...i love this
Thanx Madri :)
Original stuff.... outstanding...!!! I'll sure follow ur blog...keep on writing.......
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