Sunday 5 July 2015

I POETREE: PIUSHA SINGH'S PAGE: Demonic Glory



"Demonic Glory"



Debilitated in an
insane game of
destiny,love and
hatred as fortune.

Angels grinned 
counting the loss,
as winning is a
delight of elites.

Melted away drop
by drop ,fell into
the well of demonic
glory,where bodies talked.

Blinded by the glare
of lust,he moved 
empty hearten,on
a quest for a heart.

Alas! in a hobby of
draping bodies day
and night,he enjoyed
loss,after every copulation.

In solitude he grinned
facing the mirror of
karma awaiting to
awake from this slumber.

The angels aligned
in anticipation for
their turn to get naked
in this bargain of lust and love. 
Copyright@piushasingh.org

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