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Promise to make an Eden – the poem
Do not try to deceive me please
I want to die as long as feelings can feel,
Please never try to hurt me
I wish I can snatch the mask to reveal.
Fake words and tricks to trick me
Only if you would have known the precision,
Dear, it is a matter of your time
Barely infusing in earthy hue to rise recession.
A cycle of never ending dilemma
Just to chase a silhouette of magma so frosty,
Do not try to allure me into oblivion
A suicide of dogma creates propaganda lofty.
The game of words and promises
A dull ramification of novice attempt to sell my soul,
Then you think that I won’t understand?
My brain has to be killed first to quiet the inner howl.
Merely the sky is dancing a ballet of corona
Never try in vain to lay me a story so elusive,
Colours shown the reflection in lucid arena
Handle with care as the fragile is effort fugitive.
A mask so full with paradox
Do not you feel tired of own drama so empty?
Hollow is the existence of pretext
Life revolves a protest of exchanged vanity.
Mirror is a monotonous sepia memoir
For you sold humanity without meagre coherence,
Murder of the reason in every corner
Mankind is hiding face in ethereal cloak pretence.
Then the core of being is gang rapped
For a mere weekend entertainment phenomena,
A single eyelid is not even be flickered
Just a further rape of soul and civilization iota.
Do you still remember …..
Your promises of a blue pure sky above…..
A promise of simple laughter of free birds
Promise of flowers to bloom bright….
Days of pure happiness abound ….
Life to be lived abundance in equality
A Garden of Eden with Adams and Eves
The apples to be tasted with rationality…
But why such meandering trail of frailty?
In reply an echo to be resonant…
Promises are made only to be broken….!
Deciphering the code of conduct….
Never make a promise of another Eden so far!
Never again you please try to sell a lie
The smiles will be dead with that income forever.