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
Mar 15, 2020
Mar 15, 2020 at 1:58 PM UTC
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
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