Beyond hurled names, veiled smiles behind
Run the long, dark alleys, of banished herds
Of the souls, born to be color-blind
Long-lost laggards, little bastards

With half a name, and half a life
And cypher a flight, of sinning birds
Still full a heart, of riots rife
Brazen-coy lizards, little bastards

Of cupid’s love, with ruthless whores
Defiant tales, of frugal words
Of sins galore, past open doors
Shrewd-Naïve nerds, little bastards

Once more outgrow, these sublime weeds
On the soul of, opium orchards
New faceless folks, of unknown seeds
Sweet sex wizards, little bastards

© 2016 Vikas Chandra