Stoutly walked she, past the frivolous masses,
White shirt tainted with the sweat of her successes,
Her words were a diktat said they,
Shrugging with a laugh, would she say "It's a dictum".
Every lip around her whispered of Pride being her descent,
But their Envy served as winds for her ascent.
Lipstick smudged with a Lustful smirk, she called herself Frances with her Robies
Her diamond-studded ears and pearl necklaces shone in the brilliant sun, while they spoke of Gluttony in her warm blood.
Cloud of misshaps shrouded with her Angry gazes,
Donned a silk robe paying no heed,She let Sloth posses her.
As I held her steely gaze she chuckled and strode into the hell fire.
-Keerthana
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Poetry"If you are a dreamer come in If you are a dreamer a wisher a liar A hoper a pray-er a magic-bean-buyer If you're a pretender com sit by my fire For we have some flax golden tales to spin Come in! Come in!" ― Shel Silverstein 🔹 This is a collecti...
