by Poignant Poesy
(Kolkata, West Bengal, India)
Among the dunes of scorching sand
In the empty barren lands
A fickle conscious is all there is
To guide my soul to tempted bliss
I grope and hobble and then I crawl
It has been long since my fall
But in despair I refuse to lose
Pride stands tall in recluse
Guiding the flesh into the fire
Directing upon masochistic ire
Holding up a torch of hope
Till courage threatens to elope
And among the blazes of insanity
The tyrant rises of from depravity
And morality stands aloof
Humanity bows and stoops
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