Monday, 27 March 2017

Astavidat In Ashtad

A low hum of a living breeze
Like a hymn,
Soothes vivacious trees and flowers and grass
Into a mystic enchantment
In a broad blessed splendor

Above, the three moons stoop.
One entrust, a mug, but Astavidat!
Astavidat turns bloody
Devoid of life and feelings

On a bench,
His arm around her bare neck
But the enslaving luster
Pours from Astavidat, showering her, Ashtad.

Craze, she turns craze
Ashtad the new Astavidat abode
Free and mindless
Devours his soul, a cold blade deep in his heart!

Sadique @2017

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