Blacklight Poem by Rahul Sharma

They were like angels,
Their words felt like magical spells,
That rolled out from a wizard's pop,
And can't be ruled out;
As a deadlock;
That I ought to hear,
And called'em all near,
but me, though crippled,
Tough and simple,
How, that I could never guess...
They maketh my mind joyous,
Thoughts priceless,
And feelings precious.

Either cupids,
Or stupids;
Rather they were menacing into my mind,
As I bid caring to them!