Under the dark cover truth dwell....
Under the dark cover truth dwell
in broken walls with faded paint
cumbersum to live in the dingy room
dull light where bed of comfort
laying over the ground....................
Her physical nude and the white bossom
stripped she is on the bed of comfort
passing men ditched in passion
cuddling her passing the lust over
She is the mother of love
her weeps and sober and her showering love
crushed over by the inhuman wants
money she earn and the prosperous bed
in the name of life crushed upon
Under the dark the truth dwell
the rays of light and hope never peep into the room
and the door tightly locked
where she laying on the bed of comfort
for those in passion and lust drink her away...
Truth is shy to come to light, a write with rich imagery and great flow! 10/10
One marvelous piece of writing and imagination, The repetition 'Under the dark the truth dwell' adds to the beauty. Both the concept and expression, thumbs up, lago.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a truth which so well said...excellent one