Wicked Conception Poem by mandara pookal
Wicked Conception
Let the world die its natural death
Let suffocation hold in single breath
Let the heavens open up to shred
Unsavoured minds that have trite bled
Go find the rules that touch
Go write in crooked minded such
Go ring the bells that clutch
Usurped unfounded much
There lies the rue with wicked past
There feel and wonder cast
There mighty souls have blast
Untouched the kind to last
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4/26/2024 12:09:56 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A blessed soul can only write such a good poem