Reared it, since it was a babe,
At first, it barked and mewed for comfort,
Pacifiers of ‘keep quiet' was put into its mouth,
As I grew, it was growing within me,
Having the pointing nails and teeth,
When I was young, it was under control,
When I was down, it took in charge,
It looked ferocious and liked to hurt me,
When it arrives, my brain is gloomy,
Covered with creams of rotten memories,
It hurts me a lot once in a while,
But it never hurts anyone else, but me.
It doesn't know to hurt others, but me.
I have a beautiful angel.
Not a stranger but a sweet pal,
A perfect visitor, never vacated,
Staying with me all my life,
Looking at my actions with a microscope,
It is beautiful and has wonderful ethics,
It likes perfection, but dislikes the lies,
It likes to be gentle, but having the record,
I can't hide anything from it,
As it likes to peep and find out,
It never hurts me, It never hurts me,
It doesn't know to torture me,
But it is the one that hurts others,
The angel in me hurts others,
The beast in me hurts me.
Sorry, the angel in me hurt you,
not I.
A nice twist to the Angel and the Beast! ! It amply shows you are not hurting anybody which is the best part! ! Thanks! ! A lovely write! !
Who said I got hurt? And by you or any body else, mthats the crux of your poem, nirvana. I got hurt because I was what I chose to be vulnerable to the angle and the devil both. If I were not vulnerable I would not be alive. What's life living like a rhino? Brilliant veeraiyah.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beast and an angel coexist in us, but we have to constantly check out who gains predominence over the other! ! A great poem! !