Siring Toys, by Pragathi Kodali Subscribe to rss feed for Pragathi Kodali

I had a fr-enemy
who would never bother and only envy...
She was beautiful, bold and full of joy
but unfortunately fell for a group of siring toys....

We tried convincing her...
nut it would only backfire...
covering herself in her own pride....
she was ready to fall into a bottomless pit..

Thinking of herself to be everything....
all eyes on her...
center of attraction...
always in the spotlight

Lust is what she craved for 
hatred is what she got
what she wanted was happiness and gain
but ended up getting pain and vain.........
Apology, redemption, resurrection became words without
meanings

They slaved her, slaved her mind,
we tried sending her a message
but they killed the messenger.
They had words which made us hate her,
create vengeance in our minds and hurt her

Stop her from sinning
make her stop piercing
piercing peoples hearts
stop her from thinking irrationally.

We tried once.. tried again
Oh! it all went into vain..
Trust, love, belief had all faded out
into the darkness, behind the shadows...
Action spoke louder than words.
words of every manner.

They had to be punished
punished for their sins
They are to be finished
finished for the things,
things they did...

We laughed at the idiocy of their statements
but could do nothing than watch her fall
God save her pity soul....
& forgive them for what they've done
is only what we could say

Remember,
Pride comes before fall...
The fall into a bottomless pit...
Action speak louder than words...
Words of every manner!

Posted: 2015-04-28 15:00:43 UTC

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