Treasure Island

Pradip Chattopadhyay

(28.01.1961 / Kolkata)

Dining with the Devil


In the moon’s shadow
I dine with the devil
His eyes a burning glow
And mine dark evil.
Everything he can find
What goes on in my mind,
Shown, acted, faked,
The devil bares me naked.
He says ‘what good will come
Of the world’s all goodness
When I can make reign
The ugliness beneath all face’!
The devil knows the world is his
And he has me in his leash
While I speak and feign wise
I sin for the smallest compromise.
As the devil pours me wine
He taunts ‘it can’t be divine,
Your world, that I rule supreme,
And your God, a wishful dream! ’
It gets darker as the moon sinks low
Winds rising from hell fiercely blow
Inebriated to its utmost measure
I’m ready to burn for a moment’s pleasure!

Submitted: Saturday, March 30, 2013

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