SATY'S

A murder in cold blood An act of extreme violence Everyone stood still and watched A man dying in complete silence The murdere looked around The victim lay motionless on the ground His eyes showed no remorse nor fear He didn’t care if this act could bring smear His hand held a scimitar dripping blood The dead body had none to enshroud He walked through crowd, not in haste The dripping blood was all he wanted to taste Everyone stood still, head held low Except a child who didn’t lower his gaze His fists tightened, his eyes glowed with anger People around him held him from moving any longer When the murderer left People came together and wept Some came ahead and buried the dead Everyone retreated to save their own head Storm and rain embrace the night The child awake remembering the dreadful sight He wondered why none came ahead to stop The terrible crime committed in daylight The sheriff’s came but everyone kept quiet ...

Manipulator In the crowd of plebeian, there hides a man A beguiler, he is vicious and of dark tan A priggish by nature & purposefully polemic Rhapsodic in his obloquy, touting his academic He relentlessly feeds on your thoughts Absorbing them, making them his own Probing you with his self made syllogism And then effortlessly using his dysphemism He is sly, like a jackal waiting for its turn He lives by your side and makes you churn He waits for you to think and choose Then without any rue, he lets his idea loose He makes a place for himself in your mind He influences your life, and your every move Until your thoughts are under his reign Your idiosyncrasy goes for a wane His materialistic views and his needs In your mind they start growing like weeds His desire to be cynosure is carefully disguised In his attempts of being erudite that is often reprised His ignominious acts are carefully concealed He prowls around finding ...