Musing 140 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

Those on hair splitting our blood
In quest of colour and contamination
Riding upon the chariot of scriptures
Or upon the perched wings of noble ascension
Are dragging the earth towards the deadly reverse.
Priests of demon unkind to the light divine
Will forever entice us to the downwards
For strengthening the cauldron of mysteries,
They will refuse the bed too before the supper delicate
Being sweetened by the meek fleshes sacrificial.