Treasure Island

Shinoj Alex


A Sage's Virgin Sin


The secret must be explored but no reason prevailed
His wild fantasy raced through the jovial nights

The layers of darkness darted away swiftly
A warning from within pleasures eluded

A sage's virgin sin- caught him, bound him forever
From glory to disgrace that wrapped him in an eternal shame

He wanted to bury the sordid game where it started
But his feet again and again found that hellish route

She ‘let him go' before the dawns without a word
Her devious choice but he never blamed her

Reality cast a pall upon his heart
"It's life, " he said with a deep sigh

He even found the way during the rainy nights
But she ‘let him go' before the dawns without a word
His virgin sin was so infectious that ruined his life!

Submitted: Sunday, July 06, 2014

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