Torture Poem by Vidushi Khera

All stand like withered leaves
Looked upon by the ruthless demon
He stands there staring and glaring
Terrorizing big and small, everyone
All drenched in the blood of sin
The protector is nowhere to be seen
And the destroyer has ordered his men
And they are scorching,
Laughing at all those who stand bound
Bound by the devil himself
And he himself is nature bound
Not just to tepefy, but to burn
The good and bad alike
He cares for no one, and he’s not afraid
Why should he be?
The protector is gone
And the world is overshadowed
By the clouds of the sinning demon
Who don’t allow no wind to blow
No rain to drop, no dropp of rain
All stand hoping to bathe in holy water,
But they bathe instead in sinful sweat,
Poured on them by the heinous demon
He prowl and growls and laughs
Watching their pitiful state
His time will come when the protector comes
And blows the wind to sway his courage
And showers water to destroy his flames

But when will the protector come?
When will he hear the cries
Of these prisoners of the devil
Who hope and wait to be rescued
Oh protector hear the cries
Coz they won’t be able to cry for long
Hear the cries of big and small
And save them from the sinful one