Siskin, A Sinister Poem by swetha vankayalapati

a night....staggering with lakka bonanza,
often pursue I, after a girl baby sold,
working shadow glimpsed 'tis haunting eyes,
wobbling to the target.......
...a woman, with a spade, digging muds!

she incessantly pierc'd a spade conquering airs
into my throats, next I see it.....
a girl baby lay still.....
disputing silence, answering my haunting eyes
she uttered 'my baby.....poisoned.
I gave it! ....

Preached I, kill you a lottery!
money no more...
felony a felony...! !
rather the spade still;

Diminishing starlight on my sweat drops,
hear I to her, in reluctance:
'Breathe I only, thy lustful eyes' airs
full of roses thorns;
breathe thy, only airs of roses with sap,
thy sip dew mine...Nay! , due quench
I tears under drowning darkness;
Die I all nights along ceasing night's darkness,
soul mine hath no alar to share pain mine!

Piercing the spade she shuddered
'Yet you're no less a scheme to shovel
grim instincts to whim erects!
Consequence,
of supremacy is poverty,
Consequence,
of sloth alike you is 'tis prostitute's life...! !
No more....no mor'....
she withdrew the spade....!

Need no a protagonist,
for believe I, a beast in all...
Need no a protagonist,
for slaughtered am, by all...
no more I raise a life for 'tis world
no more a victim...no mor'...

Leaving her, gathered I, old soul incernated...
walking for loneliness,
turning back saw, follow a couple;
a girl baby put thy in my hands,
demanded money in their hands,
What now, I do...?

'O innocent beautiful bird
man feeds on your flesh
tearing your wings!
orders you to fly high
above the clouds to escape rains! !
fly...away from 'tis nest!
you carry,
holyness in your birth;
pain throughout life;
sin after death;
fly away from 'tis nest!
never cease to mind who a sinister is.....
Who is a sinister? '