Sin Poem by Vidya Pandarinath

Sin



The Mind out of Satanic filth
Composes itself into a lost beast
To giggle and chase to infinity ,
The sensuous sins sensing foul ;
The heavy and seedy movement
Of the hyena reaches the unaware prey,
And the biting and chewing frenzy
Blows up into a wild, satiating feast...!

Saturday, October 7, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: sin
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