Thursday, 28 March 2013

Cunning Innocence


How cruel was that loneliness!

Asked for such a bitter happiness

Thought was to step in the heaven

Got something beyond the demon

So pure his face, beautiful features

Persuasion was there of the preachers

Net of the cunningness invisible before

When thrown open created the tremor

Here I lay broken in the barren field

And he praying to make others barren.