The Kiss Of Loss

Those ashes, blackened with the loss of flesh,
Poisoned slowly, till ripped off the subdued tolerance
To death. And bows down in fear and tears,
As, the next is him and the generation after him;
The surrender of the tired heart
To the unknown wretch, the demon of the unknown reign.
The death of music reveals the death of Dead,
What is valued is the harbinger of the song’s end.
Almighty witnesses with swollen eyes, crippled by time,
Reddened by blood, spilled at thousand uncountable thrashes-
Whipped by sons borne off the same womb;
Cruel, blinded by the wildness of the age of luxury,
They killed ‘love’ and epitomized ‘lust’
Such that the Gods disappeared, hung down in shame
And the glory of god was buried beneath the willow,
Alive though, yet forgotten and never to chime its old song again.
The deaf hears the cry of the buried souls,
But they die deep down underneath,
Suppressed by the giant gulp of greedy wines,
And so in chillum nasal,
They sing and praise the glory of the kiss of
Loss...