MELANCHOLY OF A PECCABLE SOUL!
In the mental jungle of mine,
A Satan, sometimes, snatches the bridle of Reason,
Intrudes forcibly to sway over It the malign,
And dictates me to head towards a Province of Sin!
Entering the coveted, fake and hollow Province,
When, feel I nowhere, the preconceived Gleam,
I begin cursing myself, in vain, for the inclination Vice,
But, to no use, for, never does look back a speeding Stream!
In the mental jungle of mine,
A Satan, sometimes, snatches the bridle of Reason,
Intrudes forcibly to sway over It the malign,
And dictates me to head towards a Province of Sin!
Entering the coveted, fake and hollow Province,
When, feel I nowhere, the preconceived Gleam,
I begin cursing myself, in vain, for the inclination Vice,
But, to no use, for, never does look back a speeding Stream!
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