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©