Irrefutable Satan Diddling Me
From the opening of my eyes,
To the ending of my day
I witness the Satan,
Making my mind a vague.
I watch him relishing,
Every pain that I get.
He wines every sip of my blood,
And every tear that I shed.
I am a little dame,
Struggling to steal mere a second
In the ample tomorrows from d treasure of time,
And to give it more my name.
But this Satan plays its role again,
Cracking the amity of my love
And when I stifle through my vein,
He gives me amid sniggers in vain.
Yes, d mocking world is my Satan,
Who knows how to smirk than to praise.
Yeah! My fears play the role of Satan,
From whom I never fight, rather escape to a cave.
At times, my destiny becomes my Satan,
Who makes me to follow its own ways.
That Satan cease the blissful rain,
From a wet knock at my lips gone dry
Making me to fall upon my knees,
He wrinkles away my plead at ease.
Standing on this side of the sea,
I sensed some amiss in my breathe.
I guess, today the Satan guffawed again
For I'm sitting forlorn missing my love,
And fumbling my life in much pain.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
Her umbrageous feeling is shown here squirming to meet him.
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