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Blood For Bread—– Allegory


it is a bread

an ordinary bread

not a whole loaf of bread

but a morsel of bread

that led to a blood

gory and fierce blood

a splatter all over of blood

fearful sight of blood

the fight for the bread

brought out this blood

humanity and its bred

demand the blood

for a piece of bread

hunger and anger instead

want bread and blood

ends up with a lot of blood

but without  a piece of bread.Blood for bread.

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What Are We made Off?


Neither do I nor do you know

what we are made of.

Saying we are of blood and flesh

bones and nerves  in abundance

skin and hair most visible

give us a picture of  outside perception

The inward eye and heart

the feeling  and expression

the sentiment and experience

go to work on the blood

giving it a tension and hypertension

call upon the flesh mostly

allowing it to sag and grow baggy

try to make the bones brittle and worn out

while the nerves get a break down

while the skin wrinkles and loses shine

and the hair Flesh...Blood.full.422688recede and falls

leaving one aged and bald,

Can anyone tell me what we are made off?

authentically and in a promise.

 

 

 

 

 

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The Evil Glows Like Cinders.


With the good and bad living together.
With kind and rude holding hands together.
With mercy and evil going together.
the world lives in a perforation of impression.
It exists in a balance with the external
while the internal gets hung up in the middle.
Cracking through it plunges into the infringement
catching up with the good
and leaving the bad behind.
Unfortunately the evil clings to it
and like a parasite sucks the blood to the full
throwing the skeleton back into the maze.
Spewing venom and spitting vengeance
it gathers heat and crashes on the earth
making it bloody blood throwing into darkness.
the red shines in the dark black
looking like cinders flickering in the night.images (61)

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The Story Of the Vampire


Vampires existed in folk-lore.

They were depicted in tales of yore.

They created a bloody sore.

They sucked the blood to the core.

 

Mythology abounds with their  horror portraits

Greeks and Romans spoke of their terror straight.

Christianity refers allegorically to their existence  in trait.

Asians represent the being with hair hanging upright.

 

Vampires are no more myths in the real sense.

They are found almost in every place over the fence.

Oppression is a sign of drinking blood  beyond the lens.

The powerful go about with unmindful impertinence.

 

The potent do play a havoc with rigour.

The cheats out beat them by their trigger.

Treachery is a connivance that creates a snigger.

Ruthlessness is an atrocity that condemns all others to a meagre.

 

There are innumerable sects of vampires  in society.

As countless incidents contribute to their impropriety.

Folk-lore did not pass on anything without sobriety.

Nevertheless the stories of vampires kindle our anxiety.

 

 

 

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There The Brute Shoots.


There he  shoots.

 Is it to runaway with a boot?

 Or else to enter into a loot?

 Much more to unplug the root.

  More so to express hatred in a hoot.

 Nay it is to kill the  devotees in a sudden shoot.

 Drastically to kill kids in an unexpected  offshoot.

 Thus introducing a bloody route.

Indeed the deal is beyond compute.

The aftermath is chronically acute.

Please, call him  a wicked brute.

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The Virtual Takes Over – An Allegory.


The gangrene  is in the foot.

It is ferociously angry .

It resembles a reddish flame.

The sore falls apart.

Blood oozes out.

It  glitters  unashamed.

It looks horrible and ugly.

 

Subscribing much towards an abstract gangrene.

It lies deep in the heart.

It is rudely ferocious.

It is soaked in jealousy.

It exhibits animosity.

The abscess bursts with force.

Letting out ill will and venom in one go.

 

The physical affliction is unbearable.

The wound heals up with care.

The mental agony dispels hope.

The extradition becomes a torture.

The body heals.

The mind suffers.

It is the non existent that truly exists.

 

 

 

 

 

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Two Men On The Road.


Heard a shriek across the road,

A girl was knocked down by a car,

The driver dashed her down,

Then sped like a whirlwind.

The girl lay in a pool of blood.

Moaning in pain with half closed eyes.

A stranger made way through the crowd,

Lifted the half dead girl to his vehicle,

Off he went to the hospital,

She was saved in a few hours .

A man like the first lives in this world.

Another man like the second lives too.