Genre: Rhyme, Dark, Life, Society
by Prateeque Ojha
Like a rose stifled by ribbons of words,
Enwrapped in a plastic bouquet of prose,
Made attractive as a whore’s painted face,
Once perceived by the senses, makes its way,
Serpent like into our hearts and sucks the
Soul like a python does its prey, deep within,
Beyond the reddened lips and blackened eyes,
Into an abysmal whirlpool of despair.
Seeking to suck you into its deep, dark,
Black hole, the other side of which lies,
A graveyard of dreams and a maze of trodden paths,
Lined by leafless trees, on a branch of one I see,
Perched my Soul withered, tired but enrapt by the
Vision of me peering at it from the gates of Time.
Still wondering at the absurdity of life!
Just when you think you’re traveling smoothly in your desired direction.
You’re suddenly thrown back to…
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