My Curse…

Prasanna pens a dark poem about loss of love, where lust dooms, exclusively for Different Truths.

You say that
you love me, yet,
I was hacked on the roads,
the naked eyes 
with bespectacled barren
hearts watched
the spectacle,
Either they got blind
or you lost your mind,
yes, I say, brain dead
“Love expects nothing in return”
a saying only etched on the graves
it seems,
My soul lurks in the tombs
unfree of your stalking,
You say that you love me,
Do you every try to know
the very meaning
or you, just out of infatuation
behind my body and the skin
to sip the modesty,
ravenous hound you are,
You claim to be a lover,
 better look at yourself 
do you even deserve
to be called 
as human. Lo! Even you never
spared your gender
sucked the virginity
of a tiny boy, are you of that hunger
Not even a wild boar
think of never harming 
its own breed for sure, 
What should I call you? 
Oh! Dear stalker
Yes, I used the word ‘dear’ for
there is no place for you
In so-called hell; poor 
Dracula you are,
Neither you have a niche 
to be in the sky or nether 
world after 
you leave 
this sentient breath,
Yes, this is of course 
My curse, Oh my...

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