Tarun K.Singh

Tarun K.Singh
My Writing is My Peace

Monday 15 September 2014

The Inner Satan




Appears dreadful, heights gigantic,
Scattered haired, vitriolic eyed and voice abrasive
With deprived head bone garland, blooded swords
That’s how he looks heard in grandma’s story words

He is merciless, kills, beholds massacre
As uncivilized as animal not lesser
Devastates all fertile to turn it barren
The description what I got of a “Satan”

What if not appearance but remaining alike.
It’s also nowhere different and seldom to surprise
With an abeyance I tried bit introspection
And found,
Sometimes in mirror I eye contacted same “Satan”!

Merciless who killed many feeling and emotions
Of own love ones. Like animal with no eternal sensations
Devastated many hearts and thoughts as futile as barren

It described my “nowhere-different-inner -Satan”

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