by Enakshi John
Unaware of the obscure feelings ***
Standing still, watching the scraping ceilings
Pleasures of life, all so cryptic
Trembled by the visions, so apocalyptic.
She was born, her mother deplored
Barred from a life and world to be explored
With everyone backing up wrong tree
Burning their bridges, unable to flee.
Unleashing the wrath of God
By crushing a diamond that was not flawed
Now the troubles of the world would not wait
For destruction, is what, will be served on a silver plate.
Ah! Terrible Human being. Why thou art so brutal?
To murder the innocent, will end up being futile
Let her live, for you let God thrive
Woman is the source that lets you survive.
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