THE WEALTH OF MADNESS

I arouse from the darkness of light

humming to the tunes of misery and fate

Asleep I was, till the shadow moved

sighing with pain the death of its mentor.

They called me a hitch

at the hackers nest

rumbling the stones

of havoc and unrest

Pulling me out, of sorrow and fire

Holding my arms of pity and pain

relaxed did I feel, the hauntness again

touching the chores of sensual frail.

They woke me to charm

the damsels and kings

drinking their wine

I danced to entertain

Afraid of you, the staring face,

I ran for shade in the ruins beneath

the shackled stone and the quarry lies

the fort of happiness, the opposite of me.

Kavitha by : Mahesh
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