Byzantine Souls Flew Down Like Kites Without Tails, Poem by Harindhar Reddy

Abecedarian Adventure amid the trees tall
Byzantine souls while searching in the sky got
Confused, they flew down like kites without tails to the moor
At Dawn, ever covered in mist and frowned at
Fog even at noon as thick as thieves like blank blanket,
Ghosts in the graveyard glared
Hauntingly at the fog, that fiddled with
Images jumping out in jumbling order
Joined giants just like in ruffian Ravana in Ramayana but gone
Knaves bushwhack for victims, nursing viper in their bosoms
Lucky if you can avoid them but unlucky as you can't
Mud in the mind and dead in thoughts of Murdering
Not just dacoity, they been paid
Opaque gems for to end lives
Pleaded cybernated souls for mercy yet leviathans
Quietly killed and slithered like snakes
Right ahead of you in the tower
Sits a disjointed soul with 1001 selfish desires in the dream -
Truth is you lose treasure for artificial pleasure, what a
Utter failure though you
Venture ever closer to your goal
With battered soul
Xerox copied prints behave ditto and lose
Yellow crystal gleaming natural life, Alarm bells rang
Zoom in Zoom out! Stop running in the rat race.