Twisted Poem by Jignesh Bhalsod

Twisted



Parallel world is in making, am God

To my world, emotion don’t worth

Aiming to hell, tiring of this earth

Feeding lust, razing phony love

Unfolding sullen face, ceasing unfeigned hove

Lightening up the dark, smothering desired moral

Feeling soul in coldness, draining spiritual vital

Parallel world is in making, am God

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