Wandering aimlessly in the
widely diffused abode of mortals …
A paramour was laughing in the air;
insanity was echoing right after …
Drowning civilisations in their own tears,
crossed the strips on the edge outer …
Elite dolls refused to wear thin walking pairs …
Affluent suits desired to dress in
whole of personalised kingdoms …
Immoral venomous clusters
with distorted principles
deflowered rivers,
nailed skies,
slaughtered winds,
mummified flowers,
scrapped moon,
devoured sunlight,
stripped the symphony of time;
nothing was left uncooked;
they acted far beyond normal …
On the remains of rotten mass,
stale scarlet fluid,
fed timeserving vultures …
As sages said,
“You are what you eat” …
Distorted genes thrive on legacy profanity …
Invent immunity against ambrosial nectary …
In the gardens of ignorance,
death of a Mother and birth of a Child are
celebrated on the Pope Gregory XIII’s sheet …
Paramour is still laughing in the air …
Her illicit affair with insanity is still echoing right after;
aimlessly, on the peaks of Himalayas,
on the banks of Indus,
in the fields of Poppies,
on the waters of Mediterranean,
in the kingdom of Pharaoh,
in the land of Quahva,
in the shrine of Karbala …
The worship houses, too, weren’t spared
by this heinous paramour …