Angelic Menace Poem by Amit Biswas

You speak and dress like an angel,
But the demon in you to handle,
I should be armed with a cudgel,
Who wants to be stuck without a bail.

You are soft only on the surface,
The day I dug deep, lost your grace,
You wouldn’t stay but leave a trace,
All I see in you is a malicious menace.

I am no one to sentence you to hell,
Wish the vulnerable gets to hear a bell,
Wherever required I have a story to tell,
I wish no one suffers the gale of hail.