Angels And Demon Poem by menash mohan shrestha

Lioness can't be tamed even in the palace.
Just rage, nothing more, in her roars.
Her eyes like wounded soldiers, her smile like grenade.
She has her puppets made of smoke and not strings.
She has her stage all dark, alive only with the echoes.
Of her defeated gods and hopeless devil.
There are gods in every corners.
There is a devil by her side.
The lies of her god overwhelms her mind.
And she confesses that nothing has changed.
But she is as weak as she's ever been.
And now she counts pieces of glass with fingers made of stone.
The story of false truth arrives posthumously to the devil.
Thundering in the ears of the hopeless.
Her paradise is not near enough at all.
But her fate conspires against her before she can see.
That demon is so much more forgiving than any angels.