Smouldering Tresses N Burning Souls Poem by Surur Prakash Bharadwaj

One side of das vast heliotrope's desert,
touches das arm of Poseidon.
Where wilderness is peaceful n peart,
By Grace of Artemis Das Seiden.
Das Cyprian Aphrodite blessed a Maiden,
n Astrea made her pure n innocent.
Nymphs felt twinge of envy from this Maiden,
n wishes to ravage Maiden's adolescent.

She loves to dance arrayed in grass-skirt,
along with deer's of Das Seiden.
Her silky tresses n pair of hazel orbs inert,
made her das most alluring Maiden.
She jogs n walks as if riding like a ryden,
visits here on every waxing Crescent.
A Jailbird escaped Tartarus who eats lion,
who's cursed hunger is incessant.

Jailbird enjoys wiping creatures with quirt,
tormenting nymph's; legs widen.
The pie-eyed reviling each creature so curt,
his rough whiskers; voice strident.
Woefully he saw das intriguing Maiden,
'By EROS'! , he shocked n reached quiescent.
He can do anything to sate; lust-ridden,
Das lecherous wight ravished her effervescent.

Her soul taken by Thanatos; purity glidden,
A true loss to humanity became apparent.
Innocents will always liquidate like maiden,
evildoers breeding; they'll never be guilt-ridden.