Sorcery... Poem by kunjubi varghese

Tell me now from your innate wisdom

Who is a friend and who is a foe.

You are familiar with the misery of

Incarceration and its ramifications.

The proverb says that the face is

The mirror of the mind and reflects truly,

Whatever is there as feelings and emotions.

The modern impression is that it defaces

The mind and cache all the emotion,

Sinking it into the chasm of the soul.



In the exterior, it is all miles of smiles and

Detonating cheerful pleasantries.

Inside rages the flames of vendetta and rivalry.

Now who is the patriarch here and

Who are the submissive children?

Everything is a magic show performed
Or conducted and concocted by money only.


You see from a distance, a beautiful manor.

But those hearts living inside are in prison.

It is futile and worthless to count

How many storey it possess.

Here love and affection means gold only.

Everything is sorcery and necromancy of wealth.