The Shout of Tolerance

You, the protagonist of my lust epics,

Worshiped zealot you are of the great amiss.

Conjurer, coveter of my armor and kin,

Despised yet adored parts you played in my sin.

Immoral was to fall for you, oh dear!

For you never wanted to feel my pain, my fear.

Illicit were the nights we spent in love and agony;

My desires still aimed to commit with you the sweet felony.

I let you decipher the bestial codes to my body,

And connived from the world my infatuation’s tragic story.

Futile was to hope for that better one-day to come,

When you’d bend down to collect my debris some.

But alas, look what has happened, oh my dear lover!

Blest I came out to be treated by your ferocity.

Today I stand on the heights and win the world,

Here the fact of your existence is cared no more by anybody.

Mandovi Jadoun©

Concept of Memories!

A certain plague of memories,

Infecting certain souls;

In the state of sanity,

Ample of those gave way to happiness.

Yet some stirred up disputes,

In the times of vanity.

As a certain mind would say to me,

Take an ordinary Philosopher’s it be;

For he says-

‘Darkness always wins the race with light!

To compliment the great happiness,

One must first contempt a true fight!’

‘Then the plague of old days may hit you in time,

And you’d cherish those thoughts merrily,

As, upon them, you’d equally whine.’

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