Thoughts On Invitation Poem by Aditya Mudbhary

Oh evil that hides behind its cruel illusions,
That weak power thou show,
Like a flame put out by water forever,
Thou hide behind lies in forms of truth.

Thou shall be above me,
Thou shall be venerated,
For like morning light thy wake me,
Shatter dreams and what are meant to be.

Entitled thou seem to the blinded system,
For irony are thou game,
Thou are no man but a child,
A child in growth alike it's puberty.

Anger rests with the lava deep down,
As for now gentle words explain to thee,
For thou shall think thyself a new born devil,
But in the end thy were no more than a thought of a man.

Every thought, dream or emotion of thee,
Imagined by one man,
Every move, power or life invested in thee,
Merely thoughts of one man.

Attention slave of materialism,
Leave untouched the forbidden fruit,
Enlighten thyself in this moment of guilt,
Like the blowing wind comes and goes,
My sweet, sweet satisfying death.