The poet’s head sunken in the fire
Damned to hell, burning in the pyre
And his shrieks of agony
The pangs of melancholy
That destroy him as he breathes
Unending darkness in which he seethes.
‘A genius of his time’
‘This is one hell of an immortal rime’
Today he prowls in the middle of the night
With his shrunken shank, emotions withered in blight
And the Cripple beheld the dreamy sky
He contemplated life, what others liked calling a lie
As the untold stories, witnessed he, in the sky
He remembered the days, when they bade goodbye
And the 7 year old who died of hunger
Arose the man, who emanated rancor
Who bled his life in the pages of yore
And in the coming days, his papers bore
The fruits of his deeds
As the meadows echoed with the sound of the reeds
The music bore the fantasies of his past
Never did he know, that would be his last
For the man of rancor died that day
And awoke the devil, who slept at the bay
With good intentions, he said, he came
And all of his glory, renewed with fame
Encouraged him to murder them all
Who glorified him, thus causing his fall
Day after day, night after night
His lovers hated him, when in sight
No one wanted to hear what the man beseeched
They knew, if they did, they shouldn’t heed
Who wanted to hear the devil, for he was one?
The man who knew best how to run
And they stole his winnings and all his jewels
He didn’t even care or think it was cruel
But when they burnt his blood
Tears raged in his eyes, brimming like a flood.
His precious pen and the sheets drenched in toil
Were torn, burnt and buried in the soil
The man of rancor saw no more
And in anger and torment did he roar
“Disgraceful cowards, you think no end
If only your stereotypes, could I bend
Then your soul wouldn’t be damned
In this filthy and ravenous land
Laugh at the cripple, today you created
And never forget this man, who died in your hatred!”
Sighs he now, six years thence
Without clothes or two pence
The devil, now weak, losing his soul;
YOU ARE READING
The Godly Devil.
PoetryThis poem is extremely long. So I decided to publish it separately, its length is equivalent to two or three poems of mine. Anyway, hopefully you will enjoy it and don't forget to read the prologue. If you read it, you'll be able to understand the p...
