sekharan pookkat

Wrath - Poem by sekharan pookkat

Grapes of wrath are sore
When your mind filled by envy
Jealousy makes your mind poisonous
And darkness covers your soul.

Abrupt are your thoughts
When darkness rule your soul
Blindness rule your wisdom
And shadows replaces instead.

Goodwill washes and drains
All the miseries ahead
And Calves torn its prey
To wind up unrecognized path

Topic(s) of this poem: envy

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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 6, 2015

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