A thorny grail, of, sweet venom
Strewn, all o’er, wasteland, of thoughts
Why a saint, sermons, atheism
In a farm, of faith’s, forget-me-nots!
Each worth, a million, mutinies
Albeit, wearing, wisdom’s façade
Pious pilgrim, lost in, life’s litanies
Or Satan, swaying, in his charade!
Blue thirst, painted in, lavender lust
Ain’t sin, sweeter than, spent virtue
A virgin, deflowered, in August
Lays, her eggs, in nest, of cuckoo!
In the season, of death, the reason, of birth
A zephyr, squirms in, the throes, of squall
In the fear, of heart, lasts, the faith, of hearth
A Thinker, Is, Like A, Thistle Of Fall!
© 2022 Vikas Chandra