With the perturbed wind
Of the raven night
Hatred on its paws
Sorrows to the right
Traded trust for stealth
Traded caress for despise
Love is sold for a dagger
And a dime for The Evil’s praise
Suspect the kinship
As deceit’s on prowl
Out are the cowards
Betrayed by brethren who howl
Avenged are the curses
And the desires buried
Like harbour of sanctity
In the isle of greed
Talking to the omens
Walking with my existence
Lost in the charnel of pain
This is Destiny’s persistence.
Shwetha H S 