THE MODEL AND HIS BLACK AXE

Jyothi Jagadish

In the enormous dungeons of rising temper

Darkness, the gate keeper

Will not numb his tongue

Until eternal disgrace is seeded!

The model and his black axe

Rust was his eyes

Crude enough and not much

To pervade a woman’s heart

Lately munching on the weed

Seen in dingy squares

And base columns

Too proud of his lazy deeds

Guided to grow and wither away

In her adept hands

Garrulous, as her own hands

Molded the chronic felon.

Strewn off by a street wolf

Or raped by a whore

Outdone by alcohol

Surviving a wretched conjugation

Uniquely blessed by satan

There lies the hideous vandal

Feathered to glory in Hades’ Hell !!

Advertisements

ഒരു മറുപടി കൊടുക്കുക

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / മാറ്റുക )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / മാറ്റുക )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / മാറ്റുക )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / മാറ്റുക )





%d bloggers like this: