The mind designs the ploy
Puts in tricky tackle,
Adds in risky raffle,
Finishes with wicked device.
The heart deliberates on the issue,
Weighs the sadistic purport,
Considers the devilish impact,
Resigns to the satanic move.
The device runs amuck,
Kills a few
Cripples too many,
Leaves with a berserk.
The consequence is morbid,
The virality is poignant,
The avalanche is sordid,
The frequency is unleashed.
The collision is bloody,
The damage is complete,
The rout is drastic.
The uproot is fearful.
They the equanimity is lost,
Thus the peace is distorted,
Thus the quietude is sunk,
These be the residue of chagrin
Meenas Poems 