Tuesday, 26 June 2012


A millennium born, terribly born
With millions of minds hide identity
With millipede’s hands, but without eyes

They seek a title in gangs of guys

A world of hoodoos and horrors born
Where hackers and hooligans reign over
Tides of lust in searing pace
Wash away self venerability

Span is short, but glory is vast
Status wears  meanings new
Wedding is archaic, swapping is past
Hunting on immature buds is thrill

Variety decides  crazy tastes
Which tolls high status, ineffable all
When number of preys shows countless  gains
They celebrate harvest of rapes with cheers

A  millennium born, terribly born
To horrify the girl child, globally alone

Poetry World, Annual Anthology 2012

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