The Innate Frailty. Poem by Subrata Ray

The Innate Frailty.



The all-time Nude,
Wearing a cover,
Impels the black snake,

Nooner the chemistry,
The quench of the mystery,
The Beguile smiles as fake.

The superconscious inhumans,
Propells missiles for mead,
The furnce and hopper serve feed.

The febricated lies of philosophy,
And the moral coat of hungry immorlity,
Patch the sins with innate frality.

Saturday, June 6, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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Subrata Ray

Subrata Ray

Formerly East Pahistan
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