The concoction of cobweb caught me
in curved core ,
beats of rhythms slithered away…!
Minarets of constantinople trapped in
as spinning disc of  krishna The Lord
got chiseled in the liar's sword.
Hooves of stallions nudged away
when my hand  slained my heart
oneday i would invite my God
to be with me in my concoction and
rotten reflections .
my faults  would endure the curse
I am one who spoiled God !

Copyright@Dr Pragya Suman