i weave the beauty in the
world of Adam and Eve,
so that i can draw breathe at
the better place with peace
they say your verse of the
siren's song are like a malediction
even if i sing with a tender heart,
as if they are recalibrating
some verse of their siren's song,
they play back the verse in the
repetitive manner, which is more
like a snake bite
even if my verse are the composed
of wisdom, they name it as a lava
promulgated from an active volcano
in Hawaii. they say your verse crunches
the soul as the Anaconda make mincemeat
of the parts of the body he owns.
they say your verse are like parasites,
which engulf a living soul's tranquility
slowly and with pride.
they say your verse will at no time will
heap upon gaiety, it will only snatch
away smiles
i ask,
are your verse of the siren's song
dazzling like the orchid grown in the
north eastern states of our country,
are your verse soothing and calm
like the rainbow in the wild blue yonder,
are your verse have a reflection
of an epitome of winsomeness. no
yours verse are more poisonous
than the poisonous ivy,
they are more piercing than the
burning sting of fire ants, they are
those verse of the siren's song
which not only take away ecstasy
but put to death one mirthful living soul
inch by inch from inside
Ayesha Khalid
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