Sweet Torture Poem by Danish Sarfraz

Torture, Torture, Tortured Soul,
I am broken yet as whole.

Raped Soul bleeding hard,
Devoured by giant Pard,

Unshed tears, Frozen ones,
Atomic words and nude dance.

Escaping nature, infinite abode;
Transforming emotions jerking mode.

Playful hounds and bleeding hearts,
Melodramas and St. Gabriel Carts.

Arrows bows carried away,
Unseen Weapons Conspirational stay.

Divine Comedy seems it to be,
Not of Dante but of me.

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