Guilty


I was lost in mirroring reverie
That bonded me with garter of debauchery,
Married was I to this whoring world
That hauled my head
like the swinging hat of grissete.

I floated on Devil's fuel Jet
That ignites love to this dying world,
And drunk the thoughts of heaven's redolent.
It Drives me with canal boat of time.

Time a Janus-faced friend that
Silently nurtured the devils jet,
while smothering the heart of heedless head,
Has roofed me in poisonous parasol,
Parosol that amplifies hurting heat.

I bend the knee O! Lord,
For I had squared more
Distance from your's pleasing voice,
And dine I did in Devil's
Misguided parlour.

© Al-amin Ahmad

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